DEAD MEADOW- Shivering King And Others
As with likeminded groups Acid Mothers Temple and Kinski, Washington D.C.'s ferocious power trio, Dead Meadow, don't consider themselves "stoner rock." It's an insult. They're as sober as boards and decisive. After all, the flower children got fried and then created loose body music to the beat of the bongo drum and winsome acoustic guitar, not the thick rock of power chords and lock-grooved riffs. Believe it, this shit's like the excessive remainder in the pipe, the ugly cousin in the closet. The hippies didn't GET Sabbath - they were too scared, bummed out. To them, it was a sonic assault, meant to damage. But history has a way of distilling the truth. Hippies are consigned to the clichés of advertising and historical revisionism; so-called stoner rock sprouted a thousand new heads. Dead Meadow make high volume electric psychedelic rock'n'roll that you feel in your soul as it swallows the aural space of your mind. This isn't a eulogy for a failed hippy revolution - this music will not be cornered!
