Info on HazeHound is thin on the ground. Other than a bandcamp account no online presence can be found; but don’t let that stop Macrodose being an album of monumental proportions.
Beyond short opener ‘Hell is real’—a track feeling very much lifted from a 60’s sci-fi movie—title track ‘Macrodose’ shifts the album into its overall groove: an utterly mind blowing amalgamation of Jimi Hendrix, Black Sabbath, Clutch and Radio Moscow.
If the combination of influences isn’t enough alone there’s also the undisputable fact of the track being an epic of divine magnitude: coming in at 9.48 it doesn’t waste a single second as it turns every stone the psychedelic blues rock genre could hope to offer with assured coolness.
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From there ‘Flatearth’ leaves no doubt HazeHound is very much its own band despite the rich influences; in places finding an almost punk edge as a gritty amplified freedom rips from the speakers. Bluesy in bounds ‘Hashhat’ rolls ever upward, a growing monolith of glorious carefree abandon becoming ever more embraced within the vines of a sleek solo that winds around the rest of the sound as a lover thoroughly dedicated to pleasing the other.
‘Tailspin’ erupts with a raucous abandon that shouts come along for the ride and drives one hand on the wheel, the other arm causally slung across the back of the passenger seat, before ‘Sweat’ brings things to an end very much in the vein of a Hendrix opus while never making it feel like imitation; instead joyous celebration of his sound and style’s enduring and glorious legacy.
HazeHound’s Macrodose was released January 8th, 2024, on From the Urn Records and is available via bandcamp in both vinyl and digital versions (the latter incredibly being available at NYP!).
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