Let’s hop on a time machine. Back to the rocking ’70s, where the groove ran high and times were wild. A different brand of wild, compared to today, mind you. Where scratchy lyrics and lo-fi sounds were all the rage.
Then, throw in some Southern Rock for good measure. Oh, and break out those jeans, will ya. You know, the ones with them wide tubes and flowers stitched onto them.
That groovy enough?
Not quite yet, I agree. Because now we will need some substances. Any chemical of that era will do. And loads of cigarettes with bottles of bourbon … [...] Click to raid more!
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. 
Some records just put a smile on your face. No hesitation at all to take them on and into the pipeline; and get your fingers hacking away at the keyboard. The tune just talks to you. And this is how it should be, if you feel like covering some juicy rock piece.