Room to breathe, subtle and singable leads, impressive (but not showoff) rhythm and bass and drumming (numerous fills to make Mastodon fans nod appreciatively).
Maintaining the trippy vibes not via Iommi riff clonage, but via psychedelic rock that screams as much Captain Beefheart and Cream as it does, er, Kyuss.
Heavy rock tuned into the lumbering trudge that flows in Sabbath’s wake and the down-tuned desert vibe Kyuss gifted to the EEC, where it lives and breathes.
Cosmic exploration juxtaposed by fuzzy riffery, cerebral vs he-man thud, dig? Jazzy prog wank and repetitive, slow builds, and you’ve got a bit to smoke up to.
Dirt stomp swagger, soloing wide-stance and cock-hard, pounding the skins and shots hard all night long, man. Singer Andi Schmidt has a bit of Wyndorf in him.
I like the rock tunes better than the meandering psychedelia, but I’m like that. Great bass work, very Geezer Butler, and I don’t get to say that much.