Call it metal, call it hard rock, at its core, Roadsaw’s sound is like granite. They ain’t even afraid to throw in melody and cool hooks within the grooves.
Psychedelic-tinged blues-stylings from the Railroad Jerk frontman. A friend of mine took one listen and termed it “hippie music;” I guess that’s pretty apt.
Their major label debut has a production quality to kill for, and the songs have enough hooks to make for a great album, but there’s something missing.
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.