The trees stood. The rain persisted. Darker and darker clouds colliding above the woods, reducing the millennia-old silence to shreds. Cold and sharp light broke through the clouds. A thunderbolt struck the lonely tree on the top of the highest mountain, where it stood before the rain start falling; where it stood before it was a tree.
- Mara Varelaki
Weedian presents a 56-track chronicle of Mexico's stoner metal and heavy psych scenes, from ’90s forefathers to contemporary wrecking crews. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022