Do anybody know the heavy rock freaks Comets on Fire? If stoners hear this music, shit damn sure you gonna dig the crunch it heaves to the back of your head. In favour of comments which warn the return of the awesome collage Comets on Fire’s Blue Cathedral, I prepared this tribute in great anticipation of their forthcoming record. Ever heard howling at the moon like the mongrel dogs of Comets of Fire? Yeah, it’s everyday for me too, rock fanatics, gorging myself on their errant aberrant muse. A solar wind blowed through the aching heart of their last studio colossus, but the newie grabs handfuls of the moon and snorts at the gusset of the menstruating Muse. This ain’t no garage band, grandma!

Try first LP Comets on Fire, then insane second record Field Recordings from the Sun and now new from Sub Pop Blue Cathedral with fucking riffs from a mighty warrior on acid. This record ever evolving with chiming racket of guitars, devices and a drummer called Utrillo Kushner who is sometimes two drummers and both think they are Keith Moon. Lead guitar and rhythm guitar at the same time with collision of feedback and no blues. Imagine no blues riffs. Rocks like Scorpions with no cliché and no stupid Klaus Meine. Rolls like Creedence without stint or moderation. Excellent fuck for the head. Excellent sounds to stare at the star-bejewelled bedroom ceiling as you sink within fumes of pot and bedroom disappearing into background of your life.