Warning! An atomic storm will strike on the first hour of 2019. Do not try to escape, it's already too late. Fuzz will shake the earth and nothing will remain. Your only weapons are drugs and booze, unlimited ammo. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Trip.
"Two other “bombs” of suffocating instrumental sludge/doom. This is heaviness stripped bare, condensed to the basic elements of the sub-genre."
"candidate for instrumental doom record of the year"
"I love the way these heavy tunes land on my brain."
"Strike #2 in particular sounds like a bunch of mutant bad guys are climbing out of the remains of a bomb going off with the intentions of beginning the world’s first apocalypse one strike short of being out in a baseball game."
"Weapons-grade plutonium riffs. Has somebody called the Security Council yet? I'm pretty sure the French are breaking several nuclear non-proliferation treaties with this."
The dope factory has exploded, inhale the smoke and prepare to trip. First, the violent blast of fuzz hits you in the face, then you board for a journey into blurry and muzzy dreams. Plug your darkest fuzz, light your joint, uncap your booze and feel the raw power of doom. We’re all atomic zombies trippin’ on slow riffs.
Edition of 100 cassettes housed in a diecut cardstock case with uv spot varnish.