Dude,
I have been to Frog Island, and let me tell ya, it’s gotta
take some serious manpower to tame those slimy savages. Lucky for the
island (if not the islanders), this weedeating power trio contains at
least one member of UK’s finest dope rockers, Josiah, so all is
quite well and very, very groovy in the villages of Frogdom
tonight. The KOF’s are like a Cream-y, dreamy fuzz factory, spewing
out sudsy, loping stoner-roller riffs and dizzy howls of machine gun
justice like the session-men on a fifty thousand dollar spaghetti western
flick from 1972, twelve days after the money, and the drugs, have run out.
Bloozy, boozy Sabbath rockers roll seamlessly into dreamy, narcotic
instrumental passages that set the tone for either a gunfighter battle or
a human sacrifice, and just when you’re ready to close your eyes to avoid
the gory money-shot, you’re on the back of a rickety wagon-train, headed
straight to Head City. Or maybe Frog Island. Wherever. All you really need
to know is that it’s some brain-scraping, Cinemascoping, cosmodelic trip,
regardless of the final destination. Heavy, baby. ________________________________________________________
Dude,
I have been to Frog Island, and let me tell ya, it’s gotta
take some serious manpower to tame those slimy savages. Lucky for the
island (if not the islanders), this weedeating power trio contains at
least one member of UK’s finest dope rockers, Josiah, so all is
quite well and very, very groovy in the villages of Frogdom
tonight. The KOF’s are like a Cream-y, dreamy fuzz factory, spewing
out sudsy, loping stoner-roller riffs and dizzy howls of machine gun
justice like the session-men on a fifty thousand dollar spaghetti western
flick from 1972, twelve days after the money, and the drugs, have run out.
Bloozy, boozy Sabbath rockers roll seamlessly into dreamy, narcotic
instrumental passages that set the tone for either a gunfighter battle or
a human sacrifice, and just when you’re ready to close your eyes to avoid
the gory money-shot, you’re on the back of a rickety wagon-train, headed
straight to Head City. Or maybe Frog Island. Wherever. All you really need
to know is that it’s some brain-scraping, Cinemascoping, cosmodelic trip,
regardless of the final destination. Heavy, baby. ________________________________________________________