Taking every rock cliché known to man and knocking them into shape for our twisted generation, Span could saw off both your arms at a hundred paces with a tiny flick of their guitars.
An amiable glammy armageddon of early-Aerosmith and AC/DC, ‘Found’ starts in very ‘We Will Rock You’ fashion, but as it twists through its chorus; recalling the deadpan, stoner harmonics of Queens Of The Stone Age, you realise that they’re going somewhere very different indeed. Manically massive guitars, combing out your guts like a sonic cluster bomb combine finely with their eye-impaling hooks.
Do not get too close!
Listening to Span is like watching the London Marathon take place on a stock car racing circuit. It’s not pretty. Like being buggered with a rusty barstool, it's gonna be painful, but fuck us, is it gonna be fun!
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