The tough scaly underbelly of ’90s Southern grind (Eyehategod, Buzzoven) taken into a bikerish “don’t let’m grind you down” direction. Ex-Dragbody/Bloodshovel guys.
The claustrophobic drum programming and Ed’s lumberjack holler can fatigue, but steamy riffs erupt, sophisticated samples enter, an acoustic guitar or plain singing intrude.
The closest thing we’re gonna see in terms of a major label new hard rock band made by old guys, save for uncomfortably similar doppelganger Velvet Revolver.
The metalized, twisted riff rockin’ outburst who’s stood on stage with the finest of stoner, hard-art-hammer lords, improv-wazzle-prog, and heart-tugging drone.
Hell and High Water coheres better than its predecessor, helped by the record’s impeccable production, everything sounding huge and beautiful and crushing.
In addition to the synthesized percussion, you get chunky, jaggedly-distorted guitar, clanging, lurching percussion, and even some distortion on the vocals.