Deep in the murky depths of today’s underground, Druid Stone digs into bootleg acid-heavy rock like it’s a wild, drug-crazed exorcism of the soul—definitely not trying to pretend to be “underground.” This is as raw as it gets: blown-out noise recorded on busted Peavey amps and scumbag gear. The kind of sound that could wake the dead, only for them to stumble off into the next bender, thinking they’ve still got time to burn. It’s music that taste…
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