Thursday

mount rushmore

...these low rent beer swillers got to finding their mystic home at the swampy intersection where R'n'B racket meets psychedelic heavy blues rock, the bilge pond that bubbles and gloops with septic festerings...stoner sludge choogle fueled on cheap acid and booze, these cats could easily induce a bad trip lasting a whole weekend when prolonged exposure at a frisco ballroom gig was happened upon by unsuspecting hippys...the first wax has some looser style slop jams while the second sees the combo tightening up the groove (but not too much, there's still chaos in the vibe)...the perfect antidote back in the day when left coast hippys were turning onto rural rock meanderings...both joints are worthwhile and bring a smile and certainly good stuff for cats who dig the blurred mess of psychosis...
...high69...

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