Why
am I only now reviewing an album that was released almost three years ago?
Because this is a thick, warm, demonizing stoner rock album, Jack, and you
don’t care about time at all when you’re wallowing in a complete and utter
mind bend of groove and fuzz. Either that or one of the Elektrohasch
lackeys was as high as a kite and forgot what year it was. But could you
blame him? Imagine peddling this heavy, moonlit, psyche-fuck on a daily
basis, your mangled beard green from the fumes, your eyes seeing things
they were never meant to see. You’d lose all concept of everything, man.
So blame Denmark’s Gas Giant for this epic persuasion, my friends,
because if it wasn’t for their David Gilmore meets John Garcia melodic
ruin, we’d be right where we were supposed to be. It’s wizardry, I tell ya,
and from the Monster Magnet drug throttle of “Not a Man” and
“There’s One” to the numbing Opeth/Deep Purple vibes of “Back
on the Headless Track” and “Mana”, Gas Giant have
concocted a big bowl of expansive, clock stopping, decade melding rock.
Oh, it’s a trip, baby. A long, spaced out trip. Come get lost.
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Why
am I only now reviewing an album that was released almost three years ago?
Because this is a thick, warm, demonizing stoner rock album, Jack, and you
don’t care about time at all when you’re wallowing in a complete and utter
mind bend of groove and fuzz. Either that or one of the Elektrohasch
lackeys was as high as a kite and forgot what year it was. But could you
blame him? Imagine peddling this heavy, moonlit, psyche-fuck on a daily
basis, your mangled beard green from the fumes, your eyes seeing things
they were never meant to see. You’d lose all concept of everything, man.
So blame Denmark’s Gas Giant for this epic persuasion, my friends,
because if it wasn’t for their David Gilmore meets John Garcia melodic
ruin, we’d be right where we were supposed to be. It’s wizardry, I tell ya,
and from the Monster Magnet drug throttle of “Not a Man” and
“There’s One” to the numbing Opeth/Deep Purple vibes of “Back
on the Headless Track” and “Mana”, Gas Giant have
concocted a big bowl of expansive, clock stopping, decade melding rock.
Oh, it’s a trip, baby. A long, spaced out trip. Come get lost.