(Northern Spy, 2011)
Two seven-inches: four side of palette cleansing, junkyard raking, free-shoveled abrstractionism from the almighty Zs. This is the doom-laden interlude to the forthcoming Northern Spy onslaught, I assume, Zs being new to the roster. And I can't wait. The band, fresh off their monstrous beastly best, New Slaves, seen here stretching, popping the joints in their neck, cracking knuckles, rolling out the bones in their collective shoulders, rumbling clatterously: take heed, the beast is awake...
33~ - Zs by Northern Spy Records
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