Red Fang @ Bottom of the Hill
Stoner tones abound in Red Fang's music, with nearly every note blown out and be-fuzzed like a rough cottonmouth kiss. And yet, unlike the stoner-rock genre's namesake layabouts, these tunes move and twitch with enough skittish energy to win over both tokers and tweekers: guitars leap between sludgy bass riffs and biting treble trills, drums don't settle for a saunter when a gallop works better, and narcoleptic lethargy never overwhelms the desire to kick ass and take names. (Speaking of names, even the song titles -- e.g., "Reverse Thunder," "Night Destroyer," "Humans Remain Human Remains" -- are full of flexing muscle.) Red Fang is not all hairiness and menace, though. Like Queens of the Stone Age, this Portland foursome often glazes its instrumental meat with sweet, almost sugary vocal melodies. Hell, sometimes it's so infectious that you don't even have to like Sabbath or sensimilla to start throwing the horns and playing more air-snare drum fills than Metallica Drummer.
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