I’ve never been a singer or a songwriter. I can’t imagine my fat fingers and limited attention span ever allowing for anything near virtuosity at my beloved guitar. What I can do, however, is make an unholy racket. I can exorcise the ghosts in my heart. I can use the lightning bolts my TV Yellow Reverend shoots out of its headstock to slay the demons. Fuzz and anger and a Sunn amplifier can set the energy free and let it out into the world.
This isn’t so much a song as a primal scream. I wanted to show what it is I do, where I’m coming from. This is what my first night with the Sunn Sonic 1 head that I had long dreamed of sounded like. This is joy meeting noise. This is me.
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