Some of us are more than a little bit worried that we might be turning into meatheads, but Kinski’s fourth has us happily roaring on down heavy rock’s gravelly road toward riffed-out oblivion, while secretly wishing we had long hair to flail. The twin guitar-driven quartet from Seattle take their hometown’s fondness for Black Sabbath and the fuzz pedal, and filter it through ’70s Krautrock, greasy psych-blues and spooky folk to filthy and darkly furious effect. Fans of sexy, flipped-out grooving should definitely plug in here.
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