STONE

Just what I needed. An addictive analog-saturated, organic maelstrom of metal. Muscular, monster riffs chugging wash over my skull. Some search for the lost chord. I search the badlands for sonic emerald green gems glittering like this bad boy stripped to the bone. Trim and filleted, each song makes my eyebrows arch like vultures soaring over a choir of corpses. Smothered in moss, hanging from ancient magnolias haunting the hollows in the South Appalachia. Gunpowder percussion, showering sparks, fireworks freckle, explode, blossoming! Chugging white lightning, hungover kudzu bass lines twine and burrow into my body. Folks playing guitar and singing around the campfire.

By far my favorite Baroness album ever. Baroness hit the bullseye of the sweet spot so many bands search forever for. Stone cold grower. The more you listen...the more you like it. Stone rocks. Don't do a drive-by...stay for dessert and a nightcap.