Nothing happens in a vacuum. Every genre owes something to the past. Has roots. And the roots has roots and so on. Love the roots of a thingI too love Buffalo, Bang, Budgie, Leaf Hound, et el
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Nothing happens in a vacuum. Every genre owes something to the past. Has roots. And the roots has roots and so on. Love the roots of a thingI too love Buffalo, Bang, Budgie, Leaf Hound, et el
Enjoy some roots from early 70's
Hehehe. My favorite Flower Travellin' band record (and maybe my favorite record title) is From Pussys to Death in 10,000 Years of Freakout.
Hehehe. My favorite Flower Travellin' band record (and maybe my favorite record title) is From Pussys to Death in 10,000 Years of Freakout.
My life in microcosm. Lol. Spent Saturday hanging out all day and playing a 'Stoner Fest' that another band set up for 420. Spent all day Sunday doing dad poopie - vacuuming the cars, mowing the lawn, etc. It's all about balance. And having a wife that's amazing so I can get away to do fun poopie once or twice a month.
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As mentioned I have a particular interest in early 70's rock. Especially the heavier variety. I had Bang's single 'Questions' in my 70's rock folder, and I notice per Wiki that the band is considered proto doomy. Questions doesn't sound like it to me, but I think this song does as it get's going. Encourage anyone who likes the subject matter of this thread to dig around in the early 70's. You don't have to have been a baby boomer to do so.
Actually in the early 70's itself in Ozzieland, I was in a scene that was California sound centred e.g Eagles, America etc. Surfie culture. So called 'westies' were the ones into ACDC. Tempers ran hot about which camp you were in those days. Only much later have I revisited the early 70's rock, that I wasn't listening to much back then or I was too whacked out to notice he he
I don't want to labour the point about 'roots' , but check out extended boogie jams and I challenge anyone not to feel the hypnotics. A lot of music has the reverse effect and makes you too alert. I've become quite drawn to Stoner stuff because of this hypnotic aspect. As an Aussie I'm quite partial to this one from Sunbury 73.Sig it, I'm definitely a sucker for 60s-70s rock and psych. I can definitely see the path that could influence the heavy and slow.
These ladies from Austin, TX usually work in punk rock mode(I saw them open for Amyl and the Sniffers last fall), but this just dropped, and is so relentlessly heavy and, dare I say, doomy, that I just had to share..
Kate Holder rocks this little batbass…
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Yeah…to cut down on gear changeover, she used the Sniffers’ bass player Gus Romer’s fridge, then he had his SVT head. The guitar girls had Fender combos, then Sniffers guitarist Declan Martens had two Marshall half stacks; it was at an outside venue, in the desert, in October, a bit nippy, and everything was in the PA, but it still wasn’t quite loud enoughWith a doom-approved vintage Peavey head!
There is so much untapped/unheard stuff from Australia. My LUGGY bandmate turned me on to The Masters Apprentices lately, good stuff.
Same bandmate made (perhaps the first) a totally AI generated stoner/psych/protometal/doom/whatever record. This sh1t is cool and also very fcking scary because it learns and learns and just gets better at it.
Even if our name is haphazardly tacked onto the bottom in the wrong color we’re still opening for Weedeater and Telekinetic Yeti!
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That's amazing. A friend's band opened for them once. My friend brought a big bottle of Evan Williams for Dixie to sign. Dixie ended up CHUGGING a good bit of it. Dude is insane.I was partying with Dixie and the boys in Conway, Arkansas. Dixie was doing all his Dixie stuff and at one point during their show, he asked me if I wanted to sing one. I took one look at the lone, puke-covered mic, and politely declined.