Kyuss


Kyuss...

This band is sex for ears...

And thus, my new favourite.

Kyuss (say KAI-us) is a band out of California, active mostly in the 90's right alongside Yellow No. 5 and Clutch. They started out in the late 80's as Sons of Kyuss but shortened it sometime after their EP release. The band's members aren't just your average stoners either -- their guitarist is none other than Josh Homme, with Alfredo Hernandez replacing Brant Bjork on the drums both a la Queens of the Stone Age. Homme seems to have an unending, insatiable lust for intense and often unpredictably catchy instrumentals, which is evident in ever outfit he's been a pat of, including Desert Sessions where he grouped off with some of the best talents in rock, took over a house in the desert, got incredibly high and created some of the best tracks I've heard. Johnny Garcia did some incredible vocals for Kyuss, showing raspy efforts alongside mellower, sweeter melodies, and finally Scott Reeder doing an amazing job on the bass. Not quite grunge, but seemingly carrying Alice in Chains-like intensity in their instrumentals, this band speaks to my love of the undertones of quiet, stoned men with interesting facial hair and pent-up emotions whose only mode of real communication is through their music, and they do it well. Kyuss has "levels." Their sound is erratic in that some tracks have the basic, yet classic "jar jar jar" technique, while other are sweeter, melodic and gentler on the aesthetics. Gardenia and Whitewater, both off the amazing album Welcome to Sky Valley, are the tightest and best sounding sludge tracks I've heard of late. Space Cadet, Supa Scoopa and Mighty Scoop are also two of their best, along with Phototropic and Catamaran (warning, addictive). Check them out on Myspace.

I like it.

You might.

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