Hold your bongs high! Now bow down to the almighty DOPETHRONE, whose new album III is a fucking blackened, resinated classic. From the very first vocal sample on the opening song “Hooked,” I was hooked. This tunes just drips with sonic THC that not only gets in your veins with its cosmic riffage, it also energizes you with its never-ending ritualistic melody. DOPETHRONE are able to take doom and view it through a crusty lens, and that perspective brings this genre new heights of audio filth. The vocalist for this band sounds like he has a raspy case of cotton mouth, which only makes his vocal delivery more captivating. You will know when you hear this album that it was created by punks worshipping at the altar of Sabbath while reaching for the moon with the hands Darkthrone. DOPETHRONE are the kind of humans that eat the blues for lunch and wash it all down with a giant jug of crust punch! This is smart, because the way that III is mixed is perfect for their sound. What’s a trip about this band is that, yes, they play doom, but there something very uplifting about this record. I know that this is a fact, because whenever I blast it for my 14-month-old daughter she starts spazzing out and head banging. DOPETHRONE riffs have tell stories that keep you spellbound and anticipating more. This is a band that waves the weed flag high, which is evident in their wicked use of some on-point samples throughout III. You can smell the beautiful stench of the devil’s grass with each play of this album. “Storm Reefer” is a tune that says it fucking all – blast this jam and tell me it’s not sticky and green. I’m floating in space right now… No I’m floating on a huge cloud of DOPETHRONE’s feedback to be exact. It feels so good to be this high above Earth, and when I come down it will be to my dopethrone!
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