All right, I swear to Satan I heard this one coming over a year ago. I live in a basement you see, surrounded by four walls of thick concrete foundation, and beyond that lay the cold, dark earth; it’s a windowless incubator with end-of-the-world charm that picks up the slightest underground vibrations. A speeding midnight train 25 miles away will shake me from my sleep like a hungry grizzly bear. So, naturally, the SECOND the bottom end bastards in Sasquatch hunkered down in whatever forest-deep, rickety tin shack they like to call home and started recording III, I FELT it, man. My teeth started to bleed.
What’s even crazier is that now that it’s finally here, III ain’t nearly as devastating as I or II, but I guess that’s like saying having an anvil dropped on your head will kill you less than being run over by a bulldozer. I suppose what I mean to say is III is a looser, groovier, knuckle-draggin’ record than any of its predecessors, which just means Sasquatch strips the meat from the bone before beating you with it. Dig the songs “Pull Me Under,” “Soul Shaker,” “New Disguise,” and “Leave It Up To You” for the best boogie-fried examples. Of course, there’s still plenty of heavy, speed freak, stoner fuzz on III to keep things honest, but it just so happens that there’s some fine cosmic chemical magic mixed in with the thick desert dust now. To sum up, I’m still sucking the rusty iron from my pearly whites and it tastes like fucking victory.
Listen to “Soul Shaker” from III!
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