UNCLE SHUG SAYS:

The time is near. Tell your parents and your pup you love them cause holy mother of satan's left buttcheek, we have all been deemed a fate not even those outside of our milky way system could ever dream of wishing upon us. Yes, upon the horizon, atop the misty mountaintops of Linz's netherrealms has approched a cloud of reefer and instantaneous destruction known only by legend as "REZN". Indeed, our modern-day Pompeii has ticked its way into effect with no hope but an ear-full of putrid, twin-stacked reverb and two lungs full of the deadliest jazz cabbage the universe has ever known. Produced only in a quantity of 250 due to the sheer amount of carnage this record will cause, hell's gates have been struck open to allow a select amount of these colored discs of cottonmouth death to present themselves on our shelves. You can pray, you can hope, you can try your luck to the last marshmallow of your lucky charms, but REZN will enter every facet of your being. It's your fate.

Nah, but seriously, smoke you some REZN.

"All-caps Linz-based newcomers REZN make their deceptively ambitious debut with Let it Burn, a self-released 10-songer checking in at a willfully sprawling 59 minutes that blends psychedelic drift, grunge fuckall and neo-stoner fuzz consumption to welcome effect."
~ The Obelisk

"Coming across like a psychedelic Electric Wizard, REZN are making a huge noise on their debut full-length record; the guitars are tuned to their fuzzy maximum while the drums echo from the gut and the vocals drone into a tripped out phenomena. . . . It crushes your soul, and that's all we can really ask for."
~ Heavy Planet

"REZN relies on hefty passages of music but the key to the band’s sound is how they combine this heft with a droning melody. Imagine Velvet Underground wrapped up in a Mars Red Sky jacket and you’ll understand why these Linz boys are worth your attention. This is a gem of a debut and albums of this quality don’t come around very often."
~ The Sludgelord