Old farmer Jones
He’s got the fits
He’s fallen ill
Something’s amiss
He blames that woman
Out in the sticks
He says she’s evil
Says she’s bewitched
It’s hard to know
They often lie
They speak in tongues
They will deny
But we have ways
We have a test
Some will be stubborn
Others confess
Right off the cliff
Into the sound
Sometimes they live
Sometimes they drown
But if they float
We’ll know for sure
The mark of the son of the morning is certain and we have a rope for the cure
Old farmer jones
He’s better now
His crops are plenty
Feeding the town
He blamed that woman
That wicked witch
She’s got a new home
Down in a ditch
Young Abigail
Don’t listen well
Her mama knows
Must be a spell
She blames that woman
Outskirts of town
we have a test
See if she drowns
OMG, late to the party but this is some of the best occult infused doom stoner tackle I've ever heard. Reference points include Sabbath (obvs), especially with the Ozzy-esque vocals but there's also the melodiousness of early Heep mixing with a more contemporary occult rock sound. It starts in the 70's and makes it to the present day. The riffs are huge but it's their way with a hook that elevates this from your average doom/stoner fare. Very wonderful indeed! egg-magoo
Trailblazing psych duo White Hills return with another batch of bottom-heavy stoner-y anthems submerged in 200 tons of guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 17, 2022
The flac version of this sounds great in my truck... not a crunch, clip or boom to be heard. That, in itself, gets this major points.
This is a lovely combination of early Floyd, U2 and a few San Francisco bands from the '60s with a heavy dose of Helmet tossed in. It's definitely best of breed when it comes to modern psych stuff. Even without a Hammond B3, it gets an easy A+... rick-taylor