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Son of a bitch. There have been plenty of times when I wished that some fuckin' rock band's ten song CD was 9 songs shorter- here's a 3 song demo that I actually wished was longer. These Belgian cats have got a handle on the stoner rock situation in ways most of the navel gazing corduroy boys wandering the desert never figure out until after they've broken up and formed grunge bands- you've gotta write songs, not just thick assed riffs. Well, maybe you don't, but the Bluff write them anyway. They'd like you to believe that they sound like Queens of the Stoneage, but I hate those heavy lidded radio-ready pussies, and I love Blindman's Bluff, so trust me when I tell you that they sound a lot more like the earlier, fuzzadelic version of Roadsaw breezing through outer space on lazy rockets than they do those Hollywood desert rockers. You know, heavy handed, but smart enough to let the rock breathe a little. Somebody was wrestling around the apartment when they made my copy, because it skips all over the place, but it doesn't matter. I'm still bringing the demo with me the next time I've got to leave town in a hurry, because the Bluff can roll on, steady and blissed out, for miles.
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