After playing this high-concept stoner-rock epic at full volume on your personal stereo of choice, you will need to place an ad for a new face on Craigslist, as your original face will have been completely rocked off. Combining cockswinging classic-rock bravado, lo-fi art-guitar collages, yelping Beat poet lyrical insanity, and the where-the-hell’s-the-ceiling idiot-savant spaciness of your average pizza delivery boy, TRRJHP is the weirdest, trippiest, and most thoroughly satisfying Guitar God experience the Bay Area has unleashed in many a full moon. Onstage these tunes are even wilder, whipping from Pink Floyd oh-dude-there’s-the-ceiling space invasions to bass-heavy, stoner-rock neck-snappers in the blink of a watering eye. Put down that Steve Vai record this instant — until a capacity Oakland Arena crowd is headbanging furiously to “Psionic Railways 2 Mars,” the Bitch isn’t getting what the Bitch rightfully deserves.
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