These
dudes started out 5 or 6 years ago as a terrifying wall of black mud, but
have since developed into a tight, cohesive southern rock band, albeit one
so fuckin’ heavy you sometimes feel like your chest is gonna collapse from
the pressure. “Smoke and Mirrors”, Dixie Witch’s
third album, is the most epic leg of their journey yet, a big brawling
ball of cascading speed-boogie riffs and rolling fuzz. On tracks like “Out
in the Cold” and “Getaway” DW almost sound like
Monster Magnet at California Jam II, or something, as the sunbaked ‘Dixie’
fumes mix freely with space-streaking acid-fry metal, but mostly they just
sound like a giant truck with Texas license plates bearing down on you at
125 MPH. Good shit, and with all the miles these road dogs have logged in,
hard-won, too. Intensity in 356 cities, dude. ________________________________________________________
These
dudes started out 5 or 6 years ago as a terrifying wall of black mud, but
have since developed into a tight, cohesive southern rock band, albeit one
so fuckin’ heavy you sometimes feel like your chest is gonna collapse from
the pressure. “Smoke and Mirrors”, Dixie Witch’s
third album, is the most epic leg of their journey yet, a big brawling
ball of cascading speed-boogie riffs and rolling fuzz. On tracks like “Out
in the Cold” and “Getaway” DW almost sound like
Monster Magnet at California Jam II, or something, as the sunbaked ‘Dixie’
fumes mix freely with space-streaking acid-fry metal, but mostly they just
sound like a giant truck with Texas license plates bearing down on you at
125 MPH. Good shit, and with all the miles these road dogs have logged in,
hard-won, too. Intensity in 356 cities, dude.