Fuck yeah, guitars. And lots of ‘em. The Grand Rapids build a solid wall of droning fuzz over a hammering rhythm section that doesn’t really go anywhere, but it’s a pretty enjoyable desert ride regardless. The strained vocals grate a tad, making me long for an instrumental rendition instead.
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