I like my space rock epic, sun baked and full of the scent of devils weed...
I like it to make allusion to stars and wizards and space and epicness - and if at all possible, i want a singer who sounds like the middle point between
Sabbath Bloody Sabbath Ozzy and Height of Glam Marc Bolan - with a dash of the Bowies about him - And i want it to disappaear regularly into stupendously long, but i
ntegral-to-the-soul-of-the-song jaunts of jam out fuzzy adventuring...
Its a lot to ask, but it is asked because it is needed...
You don't go to wrestling and expect someone
NOT to get smashed in the teeth with a steel chair...
Do you?
Thank God for Tweakbird then.
Who take it as read these things are requisite of any fuzzrock epic space band, and tick each and every box with aplomb and a huge shiteating smile that can be seen from space...
Modern and retor, epic and brief - this is an exceptionally crafted and created and realised collection of brilliant spacerock tunes... The stench of Weed is as epic as the bass solos, the Drums sounding like the oncoming of the Russian army in 1945... Its a piece of masterclass marijuana infused awesomeness - and frankly i wish i could roll it in a rizla and smoke the shit out of it.
As it is, put this record on your stereo... Have a tea, or a beer, or a bifter... whatever it is YOU do... and let this band take you over...
The white rabbit has never looked so tempting to follow as it does when TWEAKBIRD are supplying the soundtrack to the Fall...
Get it in you whilst you can...
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