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.
