Stoner groove moments, total metal power, a kinda Sebastian Bach snarl, and some glorious dark rock sleaze, like if The Crüe were from Detroit, and pissed.
This Seattle dude builds his songs layer by layer live, cuz he’s a solo “band.” It’s rock, it’s honest, it’s got glam, punk, bar rock, and feces in it.
Singer sometimes sounds like Danzig in rock mode, like a few of those mid-’90s rock bands Sub Pop signed when we thought they were gonna be a rock label again.
The non-LP/early years of sorely-missed tech metalcore greats Botch in one handy package, presenting the influential band’s roots and semi-primitive beginnings.