
Oh by the mighty Gawds of Fuzz, a huge seething hot lump of rock just rolled onto our doorstep. Something that they used to make in the hot South. But instead, the piece reaches us from America’s Dairyland.1 Rock with a Southern flavor straight from the heartland that this ‘zine is in dire need of. So, break out that bottle of Kentucky Bourbon and let ‘er rip.
Someone called 20 Watts Tombstone‘s newest blurb The Chosen Few Gritty Fuzz Rock and I would quite agree. ’70s style rock that could have sat straight on top of any ZZ … [...] Click to raid more!





