I like a head trauma caused by excessive blows from the granite doom bludgeon as much as the next, but I don’t need a whole album of it. Neither does Tummler.
Mighty songs of beautiful doom-laden sound. Inverted, hanging riffs, Melvinoid spacey trudging, Tab-esque motion, and a deep well of compositional creativity.
The fourth studio effort, the first time the band were able to spend more than a couple of days on an album, which may account for the more polished sound.
Phoenix is where Grand Funk began to lose the way. There are some worthwhile moments, but the songwriting feels uninspired and the playing is lethargic.