The Zeros were mere high school kids when they crashed the early Hollywood underground scene, playing alongside bands like the Germs, X, the Dils, and Weirdos.
Zao gives you sadness the way it exists in physical form: unrelenting, claustrophobic, overwhelming, unforgiving, and obese. Evilcore at its most brilliant.
Beaver hail from Amsterdam, and like seemingly every other European stoner/heavy band in existence, they sound as if they were weaned on Kyuss albums and weed.
There’s something detachedly sexy in Bardo Ponds’s slow, deliberate lazified-jam climb up a spiral staircase. Maybe the sultriness of Isobel Sollenberger’s vox.
These Chesterfield Kings soundalike freakazoid’s’ll make ya forget that there’re few too many bands who can really play frenzied R&B-styled rock’n’roll.