They were peddled to us as The Monsters of the Stoner Trade. Alleged substance-fueled, blasted-into-space fare that should somehow remind us what the ’70s were like. A record written by people who never visited because – well – they weren’t invented yet. So, the RMR crew expected some sturdy, syrupy sludgefest heading our way. And some were already rushing to dig out that old, blackened peace pipe from wherever they stored it decades ago. That the band is tastily called Stoned Jesus¹ probably hastened the overall fogginess even further along. Some of the crew started to have visions by … [...] Click to raid more!