Blues rock mutated into proto-metal via burned-over psychedelia, the bad acid wah-wah pedal just post ’68, packed tight, giving you your bong-load’s worth.
10 songs and fifty minutes of prog-tinged three-piece Swedish thrash, the vocalist seemingly aiming for a baffling midway point between L-G Petrov and RJ Dio.
The band’s second masterstroke, 13 possesses of many of the qualities which made Further a success, yet it is an altogether angrier and more aggressive animal.
It ain’t about snappy tunes, the sound is a huge part, and producer Jack Endino is so locked onto what organic rock barf is, it sounds effortlessly upchucked.
Tempos are as fast you can get without being “extreme,” there are Tipton/Downing guitar duels, and Spice (ex-Spiritual Beggars) screams as much as he sings.