So you wake up in the harsh morning light on the coat-room floor, stinking and sticky with miscellaneous fluids, and the burly man in the black shirt is kicking you gently and saying, without rancor, 'hey, you can't fucking sleep here, ok?'.
What I'm trying to say is: 'Drunkest Man' is the jam (the rest of the songs are also quality).
Heavy-psych/stoner/space-metal from Texas, named for Linus Pauling. Check them out here.
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