Stoner metal’s the kind of beast that’d kick your dog and steal your last beer, and Germany’s PLASMAJET are riding it bareback with Solastalgia, a record that crashed the party on March 14, 2025, like a drunk uncle on a Harley. This ain’t no polite little EP for your yoga playlist - it’s a hulking, greasy slab of rock ‘n’ roll, dripping with road grime and loud enough to make your grandma clutch her pearls and call the exorcist. If you dig Red Fang’s bar-fight charm, Truckfighters’ sandstorm tantrums, Clutch’s bourbon-soaked sermons, Wo Fat’s acid-fried noodling, or 1000mods’ fuzzy Greek thunder, PLASMAJET’s got your number - and they’re prank-calling it at 3 a.m. with a distortion pedal.
These guys don’t waste time with fancy-pants prog solos or acoustic interludes for sensitive poets. Solastalgia comes out swinging like a barstool in a brawl, stacking riffs so heavy you’d think they’re smuggling concrete in the guitar cases. It’s old-school hard rock and metal dragged through a swamp of stoner sludge, and Lars Grote’s barking over it all like he’s yelling at the apocalypse to get off his lawn. The title’s some egghead term for feeling queasy about the planet turning into a dumpster fire, but don’t panic - they’re not here to guilt-trip you into hugging trees. Nah, they just take that end-times vibe and smelt it into a wall of noise that’d make Satan spill his whiskey and nod along.
This thing’s got more muscle than a roid-raging bouncer. The mix is dirty as a dive-bar floor - every riff lands like a sucker punch, every drum hit rattles like a loose muffler on a junkyard pickup. Imagine it blasting from a busted amp in some basement dive where the air’s 90% smoke and 10% regret, or screaming outta your car stereo while you fishtail through the boonies. The band’s tighter than a cheapskate’s wallet, churning out grooves that’ll either hypnotize you or headbutt you - maybe both, depending on how many beers you’re in. Groundbreaking? Hell no. But PLASMAJET snatch the stoner metal handbook, doodle some rude cartoons in the margins, and set it ablaze with their own filthy spark. It’s the sonic equivalent of a grease-stained high-five after you’ve fixed your buddy’s busted carburetor.
Solastalgia is for the freaks who live for the rumble, the ones who’d rather blow out their speakers than their savings on a Prius. PLASMAJET have cooked up a monster that’s loud, mean, and funnier than a mullet at a vegan brunch - turn it up ‘til your eardrums sue for divorce.
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Thanks to Grand Sounds PR.
