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Mar 19, 2015

FOGG "Death" LP

    "The carb hole was bored out after I upgraded to an 18.8 downstem. It makes for way less drag for intake."
     "The dual chambers cool it way down too meaning maximum expansion."
     "The carbon filter does an stellar job on keeping it gunk free too."
     On and on I could hear the technical jargon going on between two fellow students sitting behind me in during a science class in my high school years. It sounded like some serious modifications.
     Assuming their were talking about some project happening in their Auto-shop class I asked them what kind of motor they were working on.
     The one dude laugh "Brah, we ain't doing much in auto shop class since that one truck caught on fire. We're building a bong!"
     "We even have the sweet jams planned when we fire it up."
     Now, granted this was not the coolest/hippest town to grow up in. Wasn't expecting the two dudes to drop names like Hawkwind or Sir Lord Baltimore but when they rattled off the "sweet jams" that would be crankin', "Y'know, some Styx, some Journey, some REO...", a person couldn't help but wonder how if they even knew what the purpose of a bong is for AND how shitty would the grass be that they were going to smoke through it.
     If it was Fogg being overheard having the same discussion, there would be no doubt of about the engineering of the smoking apparatus, the quality of of what would be smoked and especially the choices of music that would be turned up while the toking would going down.
     After gurgling from the terra firma with a swell of feedback "Time Ride" starts to slither across the surface like a thousand slimy night crawlers in the grass after a midnight rain.
     Next the band drops two heavy doses of Blue Cheer with "Rainbow" and "Fried Cheer". The former lollops like a electrified calliope with guitar/bass interplay acting as nails pounded into a doorjamb to keep jackals from tearing things from the hinges. On the latter it sounds as if the levee is starting to break. The type of rattled and shit fidelity proto-punk fuzz that is all over things like the MC5's Kick Out The Jams album when it procreates with slabs of doom.
     Psychedelia flourishes come into play heavily on sprawling "Wings Of Death", which starts out as some introspective meandering before kick starting the engine and twisting the throttle, and the classical interlude that's "Hair Temple" but both are more about colors browns and greys and dead flowers than swirling fluorescent hues and putting daisy in your hair.
     The squishy, rubbery wah-wah that permeates "Tongue Melts", the primordial man plays funky drummer beats on "Merlin Power" and the bulldozing your bones into a mound of glowing ooze vibe on "Reaper" would all fit in at a biker barbeque where the pig is soaked in Old Crow before roasted over a fire of gasoline and brimstone.
     With all the lo-end rumbling it was only a matter of time before this would cause an avalanche rolling down from dotted with poppy field mountains. The two closers that to happen in (slow) motion. "Sludgemother", squirms like a luded out Mudhoney handing a teenage warlock the mic. Then a drum solo kicks in. As well all should know by now the only two places drum solos ever make sense and work are on stuff like this or some prime 60s jazz so it's all good here. "Womb To The Tomb" completes the comedown with droopy eyed guitar explosions and sounding a bit like some nephews of St. Vitus cutting classes and chasing bong rips with Mountain Dew.
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Mar 26, 2014

GLOW GOD "House Of Distractions" LP

GRUNGE!
     When it comes to music it's been a tainted word for about two decades now. It was once used to describe scummy rock-n-roll  music made by outsiders, misfits, rejects and stoners who wanted things loud but also murky. Who wanted glare and blare to get all explode too but also something that slithered across quicksand at a lumbering gait.
    Then, as the story goes, a bunch of dudes in varsity jackets who dreamt at night about being the next Queensryche saw that Nirvana one video on MTV. The next day they hid their fringe leather jackets adorned with tin accessories in the back of the closet, swiped a couple of their old man's shirts that he wore when raking leaves and stopped brushing their hair. 
     Oklahoma City band Glow God are so damn grunge they took their name from a song by the Melvins. But not one of those signed to a major label Melvins albums that one of the above bought at the mall. We're talking about the smelly, smoldering sludge slowly rolling down a jagged mountain, partially killer inept mess that was their first record Gluey Porch Treatments. Any band that is going to take their name from that record is most likely not thinking of making a sick and noisy sound that will help them totally fry their minds and not the stupid shit that might get them onto jukeboxes at bars where douchebags play air guitar on pool cues to Puddle Of Mudd songs.
     Tracks like the opener "Numb", which starts off like a questionably maintained jet engine firing up, the biker rock nightmare vibe on "Man Down" and the screeching wall of sticky fuzz that's "Outside My Mind" resemble Mudhoney if they were all about plunging into a heated pool of Robitussin DAC instead of having a member falling for the plunging heroin needles into his veins thing that was expected back then. It's not all "that (particular) Seattle Sound" though either as songs like as "Stuck" wrings a boogie rock rag before throwing it into a bonfire while others such as "Without" and "Taking You Down" give off the feeling of floating on a fluffy cloud right before it joins other to start a thunderstorm.
     This is the moldy basement, dirt weed, hick town kind of GRUNGE.  Not the kind that has allowed really shitty bands like Creed and Nickelback to go on to influence even shittier ones such as Saving Abel and Evans Blue.
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