Truth in advertising, folks, as the axeman has most definitely arrived. A heavy lidded instrumental, Wicked Lady cut this near seven minute riff ‘n fuzz ripper in 1970. Both a testament to the endless endurance of the power trio as form, and an example of basement recording as unintended aesthetic, this shit just chugs. Like setting fire to grain alcohol, a late-night slab of hard psych perfect for summoning all manner of lower beasts and sub-creatures.
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