Like losing control and wiping out while sledging down a reeking mountain of sticky bud on the back of an exploding Marshall stack. No, autocorrect, I did not mean ‘sledding’.
The proposition: One hour of instrumental hard rock jams, stuffed to groaning with ‘searing’ riffs and ‘ripping’ solos, and underpinned by rock-solid, dependable—if slightly unremarkable—rhythm work. You know whether this is for you or not.
In my opinion, it’s fucking mega.