Last updated on 2 October 2020
Sometimes it feels good to drown your sorrows in stoner-esque fuzziness. Remembering times that can only be fathomed by those old enough to recall the sounds, smells and sticky feeling of sweaty underground music halls. Distorted goodness served on the holy platter of wah-wah in all its bluesy glory. This is soul healing remembrance indeed.
From Zep to Black Sabbath and back we heard it all, now didn’t we? The gods of substance-induced wailing be praised. And many an old band has been down that very well-traveled road already.
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