odliak
Grinding Hump Haus oozes from the erect speaker cones when Skoal Kodiak is unfurled, without fail. The band (a three piece you know) is from Minneapolis and has been around for 6 years jamming the shiv into your boil bag and heating up your granny pad. While the band has a lineage of mighty prestige (reference Quad Muth, the Cows and SeaWhores), look past this and see the golden vista of their green-visioned night goggles heating up the night with an unholy stew of primal fuck huff. The band already has one big 12 inch swinging in the wind from a few years back, though this record ups the ante large. Echoes of the hard funk jut up against Mars Rover squelch to create something totally timeless and new but also borne of a future so toxic that there is no escaping. Dare I say the only hatch out of this doomed vessel maybe a grinding pelvic grunt with the release of a flesh dance. Yes, I dare you to listen and not be immediately summoned to movement. Powerful movement. This record is profound in its human effect. Do not be left behind, the cure has been found. Inaction is useless. Buy one, buy several, you are now a foot soldier with a flesh uniform, go out and preach the word of Skoal Kodiak from a tall structure loudly.
Song: Teapot