Dozer
was one of the first “stoner rock” bands I ever heard. It was
1999, and I had finally finished my last stint in rehab. I wasn’t paying
much attention in the 90’s, being drunk and homeless and all, so rock n’
roll completely fell apart in my absence. Nu metal and Limp Bizkit and all
that shit, you remember. Buckcherry was the only listenable thing on the
radio. Those were heavy days. So I went randomly searching for real rock
n’ roll, and Dozer’s Mans Ruin EP, the one with the comet on the cover,
somehow found it’s way into my hands. And I was relieved, because at least
somebody was still out there, making big, ugly, loud-as-fuck rock. Real
no-apologies shit, with acid-dipped spaceman guitars, horny howling dog
vocals, and dark, chewy Sabbathisms. That was some time ago, of course,
and many things have changed. Dozer survived the ‘stoner rock’ era, and I
got rock n’ roll all sorted out again. But what hasn’t changed is the
signature Dozer sound, that thick amber flood of sci-fi warfare, that
breezy-sleazy, sun-dried dopechug. It’s all over this ‘un, too, from the
dirty, scrambled-egg fuzz of “Omega Glory” to the
sugar-sweetened beard-o rawk of the Queens-y “From Fire Fell”.
And that’s alright with me, man, because we still need Dozer. You never
know when I’m gonna fall off the wagon, leaving rock n’ roll to the
Heathens. Dozer might have to save it again, one space-streaked megariff
at a time.
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Dozer
was one of the first “stoner rock” bands I ever heard. It was
1999, and I had finally finished my last stint in rehab. I wasn’t paying
much attention in the 90’s, being drunk and homeless and all, so rock n’
roll completely fell apart in my absence. Nu metal and Limp Bizkit and all
that shit, you remember. Buckcherry was the only listenable thing on the
radio. Those were heavy days. So I went randomly searching for real rock
n’ roll, and Dozer’s Mans Ruin EP, the one with the comet on the cover,
somehow found it’s way into my hands. And I was relieved, because at least
somebody was still out there, making big, ugly, loud-as-fuck rock. Real
no-apologies shit, with acid-dipped spaceman guitars, horny howling dog
vocals, and dark, chewy Sabbathisms. That was some time ago, of course,
and many things have changed. Dozer survived the ‘stoner rock’ era, and I
got rock n’ roll all sorted out again. But what hasn’t changed is the
signature Dozer sound, that thick amber flood of sci-fi warfare, that
breezy-sleazy, sun-dried dopechug. It’s all over this ‘un, too, from the
dirty, scrambled-egg fuzz of “Omega Glory” to the
sugar-sweetened beard-o rawk of the Queens-y “From Fire Fell”.
And that’s alright with me, man, because we still need Dozer. You never
know when I’m gonna fall off the wagon, leaving rock n’ roll to the
Heathens. Dozer might have to save it again, one space-streaked megariff
at a time.