With grainy, sludgy, low-slung basslines, gritty, driving guitars and shouty, hoarse-throated vocals, Ragweed evoke the spirit of Nirvana, Tar, ‘Stoner Witch’ era Melvins and stand comparison with contemporaries like Pulled Apart by Horses, Pissed Jeans and Arrows of Love. It chugs, it bucks, it burns, it roars.
‘Divorce Reality’ shows they do have a handle on a hook, and ‘Gun Fever’ stands at the punkier end of the sludgy grunge spectrum, but the for the most part they trade in blistering angst. ‘George Moshington’ ratchets up tempo and volume toward the end to bring the release to a searing climax.
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