Swedes, wide-legged and leaning back, the howls and pull-offs and dives louder than yer mom pounding on the door for you to turn down that awful racket.
The first official reissue of the first Obsessed album, an album whose every facet is shrouded in the legend that comes with being talked about more than heard.
No singin,’ plenty of organ, high-energy, blues rock-based playing, revving up and spacing out like live Steppenwolf. Members of Eyehategod, Crowbar, and Down.
The tunes are OK, the playing flawless, and the recording shakes a leg. Another band who could open for Monster Magnet and win over a bunch of their fans.
No catchy tunes here, but the songs are constructed to afford the rather massive guitar riffs maximum physical impact. This rocks, it slams, it bludgeons.
The grooves are hotter, the solos are much tastier, and the period-flavored production is the final masterstroke, pushing the pedal through the floorboard.