Reservations
Volcom Records
Two bros (real life ones, not beer-guzzlers-on-the-couch) from LA bashing out classic tree-trunk stomp-rock with psychedelic flourishes and slightly creepy dual-vocals that sound, at times, like your stereo is slipping out of phase just to fuck with you. Produced by a Melvin and fairly reeking of late 80’s Northwest sludge, Reservations sounds like Tad stoned to the tits with an axe in his hand. With his brother, if he has one. And that’s pretty awesome.
Ka-chunk!
- Ken
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