Joe writes about how the culture, SST Records, and the people who fueled it hammered at being the real full-on thing, not a negatively-defined counter-culture.
The spurting post-Zep string strangle winnowed through The Cult’s resurrection of that feel via the best moments of late ’80’s “hey baby” cock rockery.
Dali’s Llama swipe any guitar riff they’ve loved forever and put the band on “grit hum” cruise and drove that dumb fuck Kiss, Danzig, Sabbath, Bang riff hard.
Greenleaf fuse the roiling generator party bottom-end/vibe that burbled up from Kyuss and the MeteorCity label with tasteful ’70s Euro-hard attack rock.
Druggy sway fest rolling down the highway blazed by T-Rex, Earth 18, and Bowie. Members of QOTSA, Masters of Reality, Desert Sessions, and Marilyn Manson.
High-octane, well-heeled burr-under-the-saddle blues attack rock and roll. One of the five best live bands I’ve seen, and I saw Nuge/Black Oak Arkansas in ’78.