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I just realized something. Umm, you know Stinking Lizaveta already, right? They are a 6 legged, 4 balled power trio who sound like they live in a hollowed out tree in the petrified forest, but are actually from Philadelphia. Or thereabouts, I don’t have a fuckin’ map. They play trippy stoner-jazz with a heavy-devy chunka-chunka beat and a guitar that floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee bloated on cough syrup. Sometimes they have vocals, but even when they do, you don’t notice. That’s what’s good about ‘em, see, they let you breathe a little. In a world where there’s always somebody screeching at you with their cockamamie theories about whatever, it is quite refreshing to hear a band that just GROOVES and flits around making crazy vapor trails and let’s you figure some shit out on your own. That’s how I figured out that if this CD was on vinyl and you played it on 45 RPM by accident, Stinking Lizaveta would sound just like the Ventures. Therefore, “Caught Between Worlds” is not a stoner rock record, oh no. It’s a surf record. If you could surf in mud. __________________________________________________

-Sleazegrinder