The tempos are generally on the slow side, the emotional tone one of contemplation. There’s none of the screaming that passes for emotion in modern rock music.
Sucking the ’70s succeeds where so many before have failed because the concept encapsulates such a large chunk of space and encourages bands to take chances.
It’s kinda cool how some of these bands have worked this stuff back to the root heritage, proving how good the songs are when you scrape the sheen off.
This comp swings a huge horse dick of walloping smut that pulls from bands you may not recognize yet, but will if you have any interest in organic meta-spew.
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.