EXCLUSIVE DOWNLOAD: Thee Ohsees - Graveyard Drug Party
San Francisco, sweet thing, thank you for your wine and your psychedelic blues. For your Blue Cheer, your Moby Grape and your Great Society. And thank you today (and everyday) for John Dwyer, at least half the brains behind Coachwhips, OCS and freshest incarnation, Thee Ohsees.
Thee Ohsees are more Coachwhips madcap than OCS stoned, but they ride for both ends of that spectrum. It's a thing of beauty, really. Their guitars got the bedspins and fuck are they tough. Grumbling motherfuzzers in a slow motion woozy conjure mirages of Lou Reed in war paint. The vocals, meanwhile, got their chins down and their eyes up. Pure ecstatic evil. Warlocks singing satanic harmony with Joan of Arc. And then, somehow, they turn it all out with the manic fervor of an acne-scarred garage band. Pretty radical.
Basically, strap the Troggs' balls on The Mamas & The Papas and take the whole abomination on a Black Angels acid trip. And for god(or the other guy)'s sake, play it loud.
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