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I used to buy stolen cartons of cigarettes from a cat named Ahkmed, so I knew what to expect from these Aussie dust
devils - Ahkmed was a mysterious cat that had this fucked up eye that looked the other way when he was talking to you, just like a lizard. Similarly, Ahkmed the band are prone to wandering. You can hear the guitar noodling itself right out the song at hand, into some faraway, mystical place filled with floating pyramids and purple moons, but it always seems to snap back into place in enough time to make it for the next track. Stoner space rock, you dig, although Ahkmed are also big fans of fuzz gun blues as well. Sounds like they were scraping out 30 year old resin to get into that wide wheelin' feelin', because they have almost nothing to do with the current crop of stoner rockers, content, as they are, to frolic in fields of ancient feedback with no naked chicks on choppers or fire breathing skull rock anthems in sight, only a loopy, loosely limbed groove that flows and drifts into the night sky like lazy smoke.
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