This is like being trampled by a Megladon on mogodon, however I think this particular beastie has dropped one too many because though you are moved by the groove, sometimes that big foot hovers above your skull ready to deliver a crushing blow but then just thinks “Ah fuck it,” and its passion for smashin' abates somewhat.
Here we follow BONGZILLA through the fugue of their herb enhanced hootenanny as they pile on slab after slab of bone shaking crunch. The riffs are the result of snatching BLACK SABBATH from the cradle and giving it to a feeder to raise, the result being that the guitars take some time to get their fat ass off the chair, but once they have built momentum they're pretty much unstoppable. Feel the heat from those chafing thighs.
Occasionally this mammoth spots where momma has hidden the cakes and hastily wobbles on with conviction, “Tri-pack Master” being a case in point as the music cascades like two fat ladies down a flight of stairs. What raises the stakes for me is the singing. Doomy vocals are forsaken for a wraithlike snarl that is virtually frozen troll territory and would not look out of place on a Black Metal album. This has the effect of wiping the smile from the happy haziness often associated with such THC worship and the sinister is slid in instead. It more than hints at a bad trip.
BONGZILLA keep proceedings primitive with a minimum of lead melody, relying for the most part on the weight of the rhythm. “Weedy Woman” really piles on the pounds in contrast to one of the meanings of the title. I think the band have purloined a submarine killers supply of depth charges for this one.
“Amerijuanican” slowly rolls along like a ten ton dandelion seed and is just as fuzzy. That this heavy is never is doubt, but sometimes you get the feeling that there is a slight lack of conviction, though this is by no means apparent throughout. It may have benefited from more in the way of the “where should I put my finger next?” leadwork that features sparsely throughout but that is, of course, a matter of taste.
If you just want to have a lazy day, then this album may serve as the perfect accompaniment, so get hold of a copy, if you can be arsed. (Online March 23, 2006)