Hear “vociferous,” “chlorophyll,” and “teutonic,” sung by a naked woman in blue body paint while a guitarist in a nurse’s outfit churns out old school rock.
Almost Soundgarden, almost early Metallica, but they never get that keyed up. A sludged-out-Sabbath-drone, nice vocal harmonies and a leaden low-end thud.
Starting with a heavy, heavy base of Cajun influences, Landreth bends and blends his chords and notes into accessible grooves full of bayou bluesiness.
Noisy and totally wacked, these guys are great! They cram more screaming feedback and punky guitar slop into the record grooves than you’d think possible.