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ZIPPO
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PS: the cover has the nicest suggestion: “Play loud, if you can.” Much more polite than all that “Play this shit loud, motherfucker!” stuff they used to demand from us in the ‘80s. ________________________________________________________ |
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-Sleazegrinder |
First
off, I gotta admit, a stoner rock band named after a lighter is a damn
good idea. Dunno why it took 7 years for somebody to think of it. That’s
really the only innovation this band has to offer, as standard issue
titles like “Kid in the Desert”, “Omega”, and
“Elephant March” would suggest (thank you Kyuss, Nebula, and
Clutch), but if you’re in the mood for refried riffs, Zippo’s got
plenty of those. These young Italian dopers play clattering, twisty
Marijuana n’ roll that’s creepy and arid and aspires to brain-frying
psychedelia, but is a little too grounded in it’s roots to really take off
and fly. Its still weird, though, mostly thanks to the woozy Injun chief
howls and occasional new wavy keyboard bleat of frontman Dave. Dave who?
Just “Dave”, thanks. Anyway, just imagine a European stoner rock
compilation from 1999 getting chewed up in a blender and spat out as a
shiny new beast, and you’ve got Zippo.