Holy shit. Twenty bands, scattered across a handful of countries, all chasing the same sunburnt ghost Kyuss left behind. This isn’t tidy, it isn’t polished.
Thank 'desert god'. Amammoth from Australia kick things off. Son of a Bitch hits like a desert storm - fuzz thick enough to choke on, drums bouncing off walls that don’t exist. Mörkekraft (Norway) drags Writhe through frozen air… cold riffs, still somehow desert-dry. Weird. Yeah. Weird in the right way. Italy is overrepresented and it shows. Sonic Wolves slow Thumb until it melts; Rhino’s Green Machine smashes through with a fuzz cannon. King Howl’s Freedom Run is half drunk, half holy - and it works. Rainbow Bridge’s Apothecaries’ Weight is weird, unsettling, like sand under your nails you can’t shake off. France, Spain, Germany, the USA, Mexico, Finland, Jersey(?!), everyone brings something broken and beautiful. Poste 942’s Demon Cleaner feels greasy, loose, alive. 3 Wheeler Band’s 100° sounds like the power cut out mid-song and they just kept playing. Fuzz Evil’s Supa Scoopa hits you in the gut. Wolfnaut comes with El Rodeo. Slow. Massive...
Like standing on a cliff while the wind screams and sand burns your eyes. You don’t describe it. You just feel it. This record doesn’t try to be a museum piece. Kyuss isn’t a band anymore - they’re a signal. Sand, fuzz, sunburnt riffs. These twenty bands catch it, rough, messy, alive. Listen loud! Open a window. Let the dust in... someone who’s been standing in the desert too long...
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