My (2nd) favorite Instrumental Doom band from Chicago is back with another bowl packed tight with smokey riffs that will resin(ate) with your inner stoner. This album has massive swing and maximum impact on the ear drums. Pop it in on an expensive sound-system and feel the bass pull away your skin like a rabbit under a sandblaster. You'll feel the Earth's gravity pull your bones down until they're dust as this gargantuan record grinds your skin into a greasy stain on the floor.
PURE
FUCKING
WEED
SMOKIN'
DOOM
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