Review: Milton Man Gogh – Fully Stretched
See Man. See Man Gogh. Gogh, Man, Gogh.
See Man. See Man Gogh. Gogh, Man, Gogh.
Am I allowed to review stoner rock releases if I’ve never gotten stoned?
Oh man, I’m not sure a pun would be appropriate here.
Disclaimer: I did not do drugs while writing this review.
Welcome to spooky season, motherfuckers.
The perfect introduction to dissodeath.
In fair Trieste where we lay our scene, from ancient playwright break to new concept album, where Italian blood makes Italian hands play metal.
Consistency kills.
Would you like to microdose ADHD?
See you, space cowboy.