SHUG DADDY SAYS:

Clouds in the sky have burst into flames amidst a red, California Reaper-scented sky and swaggering from the haze of jazz cabbage smoke, the three knights of your impending doom emerge to seal your over-dosed fate. Clocking in at over an hour of uncompromised destruction, the Nprthern-California legends of brain evaporated reverb chuck together the secret ingredients from the far reaches of the Netherrealm to spontaneously combust your ears into a charred crisp. Just when you think the fuzz of our forefathers of doom have ceased, the reigns are once again whipped into the fleshy exterior of the post-apocalyptic horses of a carriage of true death via audio. If you thought Sabbath were the sultans of your own demise, think again. These devious devils-advocates are here and have brought the loudest tools of sound a power trio can even think to utilize a=t the disposal of your ears. What can probably be summarized as a tattooine acid-trip gone awry in a galaxy far, far away, don't Sleep on Sleep's righteous 2003 cut, Dopesmoker. Smoke you some dope and inhale your worst nightmare from a chilly hell below. Bust out your custom-molded earplugs and proceed with caution, human.

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