Concrete Disciples' Ear-Pollution
Arizona, it takes a special breed to live in a place with
such temperature extremes. I actually think that 120 degrees
does something weird to the brain. Look what it does to
all those dudes in the Middle East, they think that if they
blow themselves up that they are gonna go to heaven and
get all kinds of virginal poontang. I think the sun has
helped the guys in Greenhaven figure out that if you churn
out some fuckin' heavy stoner rock, you don't have to blow
yourself up to get laid. Much wiser in my opinion.
Greenhaven makes the kind of music that Leonard Smalls
would listen to. God, remember that movie? One fine piece
of cinema right there. Can I just type out my favorite line?
"Son, you've got a panty on your head." But, I
digress. This is supposed to be an album review, so I better
straighten up and fly right, soldier.
Here's what you need to know: this is a good album to get
you fired up for the sesh, Matt (lead singer) actually knows
how to sing, and the production quality is nice and clean.
Fans of bands like Clutch, Queens of the Stone Age, and
anything on stonerrock.com should really enjoy this album.