In addition to the synthesized percussion, you get chunky, jaggedly-distorted guitar, clanging, lurching percussion, and even some distortion on the vocals.
Blues rock mutated into proto-metal via burned-over psychedelia, the bad acid wah-wah pedal just post ’68, packed tight, giving you your bong-load’s worth.
A two-disc odds’n’sods compilation existing mostly to make available the tracks from the two out-of-print full-length albums, Jug Fulla Sun and Elusive Truth.
Good’n’soulful, the riffs are AC/DC, some of the mid-song chatter is laughably Nugent (think “Wango Tango”), and most is served straight-up butt-boogie.
Much like the more syrupy Fireball Ministry, these guys are rooted in classic Judas Priest, heavy, long hair, ugh-punk, and a little pickle named Failure.
Both units work from the peace punk/crust lineage up, absorbing what felt necessary, regardless if it sounded congruous to death metal or ambient grind-vom.
Both units work from the peace punk/crust lineage up, absorbing what felt necessary, regardless if it sounded congruous to death metal or ambient grind-vom.