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 should really enjoy this album.