Well, up comes another offering from your favorite 3 bros with 29 toes and its haunting opener leads right into a slow doom whipper that crawls straight into Mancoon's ass slapping, beer swilling splendor. The vocals are very hit and miss but still deliver their message with biting southern piss and vinegar. You know the riffs have got to be fuzzy as fuck and those drums are punchier than your step-father. Prep yourself for one red-headed, white-knuckle ride through fog drenched mountaintops and goblin infested bong caves. Save a fat rip for this one, it'll kick your teeth in.
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