Like rock, of a vintage kind, with balls out and great beer guts sticking out from faded tees, gathering up the crumbs dropped from big ol’ beards?
Then you need a word with Cincinnati’s Buffalo Killers, who have peddling vintage groove laden rockin’ fuzz psych spectacular under the radar for some years. They’ve been gaining admiring glances from support slots with The Black Crowes, who clearly seethe with jealousy at a band able to rock harder, louder and with more funk than anyone else in the battlefield.
This is real shit-kicker rock to knock your spots clean off.
Channelling the ghost of Crazy Horse, mixed with the glassy eyed daydreams of vintage Cream, these men – and they’re real men who just dropped in to see what condition their condition was in – have produced two insanely good LPs, with the high watermark being their latest, Let It Ride, which is so good that it could easily convince you to put your guitar down and never play the thing ever again.
If you like the sleaze blues of The Black Keys, then you really oughta sign up to the Buffalo Killin’ experience who have better slow-jams, sing with weary scotch clogged drawls chic and generally, recall all the best vintage rock albums you ever heard without ever once sounding tired or hackneyed. Rolling Stone magazine was built on groups like this and if you miss out ‘em, you’re missing out on one of the finest bands on the planet right now.
This was a guest blog by jolly Mof Gimmers from Electric Roulette, which is better than it really has any right to be.
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