“Man, this is the way to travel,”. He leaned over to turn the volume up
on the radio, humming along with the pulsating rhythm section and the throbbing riff and kind of moaning the words: “Anathematician, tell me… Anathemetician...”
Tell me? You poor fool! Wait till you see those goddamn bats. I could barely hear the radio… slumped over on the far side of the seat, grappling with a tape recorder turned all the way up on “Pohlsmoker”. That was the only tape we had, so we played it constantly, over and over, as a kind of demented counterpoint to the radio. Avoiding those quick bursts of acceleration that drag blood
to the back of the brain.
'Bristol based Pohl are a band that follow in the footsteps of such two piece luminaries as Death From Above 1979, Black Cobra and Big Business. What we have here with the tongue-in-ass release of 'Pohlsmoker' is authentic, big-amp powered riffs, relentless drums all peppered with the ever-cool octave fuzz combination that never seems to get old...'Pohlsmoker' and Pohl are clearly some form of witchcraft with belting cover art which makes Warhol's Rolling Stones tongue logo look like something that your granddad would wear on a tee-shirt. Fuck the rest, Pohl are the best. Get this in your ears...now' (The Sleeping Shaman)
For fans of the Melvins, Medusa, Big Business etc.