Over the course of 15 years, Araya and Hanneman have gotten the point across that they are lazy, don’t listen to their comparatives, and don’t mind saying so.
One of the buried roots of raw American rock, and the story behind the band itself is a tale so wonderfully anomalous it could only happen in rock ‘n’ roll.
Throw Zeppelin, “Come Together” Beatles drug haze, ZZ Top, and every bastardized form of roaring rock, boogie, sludge, and blues into a swamp and let it fester.
Look, Beck wrote a tune on Unchained, as did Chris Cornell. He’s lived harder and played faster than any other man around the joint. There is no substitute.
The band hails from Sweden and, appropriately, Do Not Tailgate is a collection of tunes that are brittle and harsh, with moments of stunning yet remote beauty.
Another testament to the catholic tastes of Endless Zilch majordomos Rick Rubin and Henry Rollins, ladling out generous helpings of their latest re-ishes.
One of the few bands to take the whole ’70s worship sensibility and truly craft it into something special instead of just more greasy hair and polyester.