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It’s not often that Heavy Metal drawls seductively with me. But I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t pleasurable. And the stoner rock genre thankfully is one, which gratuitously makes room for such complexities.

Jersey Shore-based metallers Solace comprise of deserters from unknown, no-nonsense bands such as Glueneck, Prunella Scales, Lethal Aggression and the supremely cool Godspeed. They are primarily a stoner metal band with thrash influences and psychedelic overtones.

The single “Mother Godzilla” starts off with piercing riffs and thundering percussion blasts and the assault continues until the 1.00-minute mark. And then the listener is treated to whirling, almost drunken guitar solos backed by an unsettling groove that drives the song ahead into strange, beautiful patterns. At around the 6.00-minute mark, “Mother Godzilla” gives itself an adrenaline shot and all hell breaks lose.

The effect is both soothing and startling without missing a beat on either.

Suspicious Tower” sounds like a psychedelic meltdown with its stance on all things asinine further clarified by the vocalist kickstarting the song with a science fictional rant. “Your father and mother are electronic computers and neither are ideal components,” he says, before the track grabs hold of sanity and gets into a solid groove.

You probably won’t find Solace’s discography in your local music stores or in the archives of your friendly online neighborhood mp3 website. But you will find their music on the official Stoner Rock website. The audio quality might not be great, but the sonic audacity of bands featured on this website is blistering, to say the least.

Click on the MP3 Jukebox and feel free to roam the alien landscapes of stoner rock, groove metal, sludge and doom metal, and post-NWOBHM madness.

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Mother Godzilla – Solace

Suspicious Tower – Solace

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Solace’s Further album

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Stoner rock sounds like the illegitimate child of Rock and Roll and New Wave British Heavy Metal. With colossal riffs, indecipherable acts of soloing, and gruff vocals, this genre is impossible to grasp without having harbored a bit of love to either of its parents. Post-modern blues is very likely it’s nanny since most of the stoner rock musicians incorporate a lot of atmospheric instrumentation that wouldn’t sound totally out of place at a Muddy Waters concert.

Psychedelia has its indelible mark on this genre too; with acid-tinged freestyle jams and fuzz pedals wah wahing themselves into the hearts of stoner rock icons such as Bjorn Bjork, John Garcia and Al Cisneros, one could argue that post-Sixties psychedelic rock also had a fair share in shaping this sound.

Stoner rock is a bastard; moody, passive angst-ridden and a child to unconfirmed parents. And it is created by garage musicians whose love for music is only rivaled by their love for marijuana. Go to stonnerock.com and check out their jukebox (hundreds of free downloads available).

Dopethrone by Electric Wizard

Also, check out

Sleep’s Dragonaut

Brant Bjork’s Beautiful Powers

Clutch’s Electric Worry

Kyuss’ Demon Cleaner

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Enough Syd

Syd Barrett was one of the founding fathers of Pink Floyd. He was the Lewis Carroll of acid rock and a musician whose legendary status is mostly defined by many brilliant moments of awkward psychedelia.

As the founder, singer and lead guitarist of Pink Floyd, he led the band on a road less traveled. One, which was paved by eccentric musicianship rather than mainstream accessibility. His consumption of hallucinatory drugs waved like a pendulum between surrealism and stupidity.

This eventually influenced his exit from the band and into a short-lived career as a solo artist. During the late Eighties, Syd suffered a psychedelic breakdown and all the drugs, which previously drove him to musical bliss, started to murderously turn vengeful on his brain cells.

Soon, he became mad and terribly reclusive. On July 7 2006, Syd Barrett passed away. Cancer and diabetes were the usual suspects. In 1975, the remaining members of Floyd penned a tribute to his madness in the form of an epic song – ‘Shine On You Crazy Diamond’.

Five days after his death, this erstwhile fan of his, would like to say, “Shine on, you fucking crazy diamond.”

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Before pickup pubs, there once was free love. Before pretentious geeks started uploading their favourite Indie rock song of the summer on their idiotic blogs, there were pretentious self-styled peace mongers hosting free psychedelic freak out concerts for potheads and yoga enthusiasts. The music of the flower generation was incidental in hindsight, but nevertheless terrifyingly lovely. Here’s a post-modern toast to the glorious sounds of the Sixties.

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