The airier Monster Magnet psych-pop, swirling through the ’90s Too Pure label stuff, and yep, Kraut rock, plus whatever electronica a Sabbath fan might dig.
Dreamy, dirt-gaze doom with female vocals, ethereal flute, and spooky organ. Blood Ceremony owe a dept to black & white horror movies from the pre-rock era.
Tense, wound-up, rocked-up gunk to draw in anyone with the a taste for the Who/Yardbirds ’60s Mod nerve through the MC5/Stooges/Simply Saucer/Devo ’70s.
I still place these guys as gobbling Pere Ubu’s pre-LP stuff, as well as other crude-aggo-outsider shit from the fair city of Cleveland when Carter was President.