'Cosmic Dancer'? Isn't that a T Rex song? 'Tragedy Man'? Isn't that a Trouble song? Yeah, but dig- they named themselves the fuckin' Stoner Kings, so don't fine tooth for rock innovation here. These Finnish cats are what you call 'The Total Package'- handsome devils with names like Gonzo and Crash who have managed to Frankenstein every possible heavy ass rock and roll influence into one rolling bundle of sweaty desperado boogie- shades of Roadsaw, COC, High On Fire, Sheavy, Cathedral, and half a dozen proto-stoner bands from 1969 that only desperate madmen and aging burnouts would ever actually listen to, like Dust, Lincoln Street Exit, and Gun- and still come out sounding like no one else besides their bad ass selves. The Stoner Kings are like a heavy duty Hellacopters, carrying the torch of a noble rock tradition like it's their sworn duty, like daddy called them over on his death bed and said, "Sons, now that I'm splitting to Valhalla, I'm going to need you to stay here and rock the fuck out, ok?" I was cruising down the expressway at a good 80 mile an hour clip when I popped this in, and somewhere during the Stonehenge song, I strafed a concrete barrier. Sexy. When I reached the drop -off, my boss pulled in behind me and asked me what happened. "Had the Stoner Kings on", I explained. "I was totally rocking out." And I was.