Garage kraut sultans ZHOD slam their debut album onto our planet! Tied deep in the garage, the love to shift your grooves with non-cyclic waving instro sound convoys back to a furious attack of hypnotic guitar punches, catchy choruses and freight train bass lines. Imagine Rocket From The Crypt get pulled into the gutter by Man Or Astroman, or King Tuff commanding a cobainy submarine with THEE OH SEES' doin' service in the engine room. In a nutshell, just put TY SEGALL downhill on a bike with no brakes.
Swrinkwrapped but I can see there is a split coming on the sleeve.
