With the fuzz capacitor running at a steady 88 riffs per hour on 1.21 giga-grooves of power, four astral nomads emerge from the event horizon of heavy rock with a smokin' sonic artifact in hand. The psychedelic relic bears multiple temporal traces; strains of the sabbathian seventies, Palm Desert particles from circa '94 and the rich residue of a thriving latter-day underground. Cosmic by name. Stereophonic in nature. Volume a necessity.
Favorite track: Cosmic Riders.