"The drummer of Hazzard’s Cure, who looks like Steve Buscemi at Altamont
Speedway, took the stage and immediately blasted out a sheet of
Lombardo-meets-Phil-Taylor D-beats and furious tom fills while his
bandmates were picking up a couple of worn Les Pauls and an ancient
green Rickenbacker bass with its strap button duct taped on. There
followed a brief moment of Marshall-stack amp buzz while they looked at
each other and the sound tech. Then they launched into a set that moved
with equal comfort between three camps: bellowing stoner metal, crawling
dooms riffs, and a hyperspeed blast/tremolo sound that nods toward
black metal but always returns to a groove. Their drummer, Clint, plays
open-handed with a ferocity that you’ve got to see to believe. He broke
his snare head after the second song of their set. When their appeal to
borrow a replacement went temporarily unheeded by the other bands,
bassist Shane encouraged him to “just dig around back there and see what
you find, dude…it’s like shopping!” With vocal duties split fairly
evenly between both guitars and the bass, they’re a fun band to watch,
but constant time changes make moshing difficult. Their lyrical themes
can’t be beat. After one particularly crushing number bassist Shane
explained, “That song was about mountains. All the songs are about
mountains. Or drugs or death.” In summary, if you live on the West
Coast, you should see this band. They shred."
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