Is it just me, or has the term “stoner rock” become completely redundant? A few years ago, the term signified music made by bunrouts that were trying to out-Sabbath riff each other. Now it's a term applied to just about any over-produced piece of garbage made by people who think they have what it takes to be the next Josh Homme.
Since we're talking about music made by people who smoke copious amounts of marijuana, we aren't going to get much in the way of a revolution, but Natural Child do the best job I've heard of getting the genre to put down the bong, and get off the couch to make a bunch of jams that conjure up thoughts of everything from Thin Lizzy to Billy Childish. They just put out the album, 1971, on the JEFF the Brotherhood's band-owned Infinity Cat Recordings (surprise, surprise), and it's full of fried out Southern stompers like this song we're debuting today.
