YUNG BABY SHUG SAYS:

Marking a turkey trippler of wax for the big Chi-city boyos, the band that's not a David Lynch show has emerged, amp tubes blazing to serve you up a heatstroke of tunage taking a direction to a sound almost forgotten. Taking from the likes of dusty Stones nuggets and Natural Child jammers, the dudes have crafted a Michelangelo-sculpted noise reminiscent of Wild Onion's endless summer of teenage debauchery, yet containing a pinch of maturity that really puts a frame on the promise held within the soundscape. In what can best be summed up as a full-on rock n' roll record, the dream is a live and well, while only growing more and more into an electrified monstrosity of tunage even your grandpappy can swing his artificial hips to. Ushering in timeless guitar tones proportionate to your favorite 45 grooves, the swinging sounds of a rhodes keyboard, drum licks you wanna shake in yer jammies to, and howling vocals you could call a pack of wolves to, this record is a beautiful mark on the Twin Peaks thrill ride. To provide a concise thesis of the sound is to limit one's ears to the sheer ambition blossoming that lies within the hearts and minds of these 5 emperors of a new groove. Honestly, this slice o delicious grooves is pure, organic, 100% locally sourced Linz, and nothing but. This here is the Vienna Beef to a chicago dog. The buttery crust on your Lou's pizza. The cilantro garnishing your maxwell street tacos. The "family secret" recipe your grandma keeps locked away in a safety deposit for the legendary apple pie. Welcome home, baby. Welcome to Linz. Let the dudes guide you through.

Twin Peaks ‎– Down In Heaven