14 Songs, 50 Minutes

EDITORS’ NOTES

With Josh Homme feeding his guitar through a bass cabinet, Nick Oliveri digging his basslines deep enough to rattle the earth’s core, and John Garcia howling from some sun-scorched spot in the middle of the California desert, Kyuss’ second album married early grunge to late-’60s acid rock—planting the seed from which stoner rock sprouted. Gut-churning slabs of ultra-distorted, tripped-out sludge like “Thumb” and “Molten Universe” plow ahead like bulldozers reshaping the moon—picking up steam, sending meteors into orbit, and leaving craters in their wake.

EDITORS’ NOTES

With Josh Homme feeding his guitar through a bass cabinet, Nick Oliveri digging his basslines deep enough to rattle the earth’s core, and John Garcia howling from some sun-scorched spot in the middle of the California desert, Kyuss’ second album married early grunge to late-’60s acid rock—planting the seed from which stoner rock sprouted. Gut-churning slabs of ultra-distorted, tripped-out sludge like “Thumb” and “Molten Universe” plow ahead like bulldozers reshaping the moon—picking up steam, sending meteors into orbit, and leaving craters in their wake.

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