Four tracks by Unida, a band which includes Sloburn/Kyuss singer John Garcia. Unida doesn’t have the greasy groove side as much as the bludgeoning groove side.
An album that sounds like Jad Fair covering the Carpenters set to disco thump and roller rink strings. Yet another example of why music sucks right now.
A tent under which we can all get together. The rare artist who can be popular, yet not pander, be critically praised, yet comprehensible to the average jerk.
Chevelle turn a simple, stomping riff into a heavy, thoughtful anthem, filled with resentment, disillusion, and realism. The dripping meat hook of pure rock.