Kyuss should have been huge. They took Soundgarden’s Sabbath obsessed brand of grunge and slowed it down. It no longer sounded hurried and agitated, it now sounded laid back and stoned. There was the sound of burnt out mid west America, isolated and overlooked. It was anthems for a youth with nothing more to do than smoke weed, listen to metal and wait for adulthood to arrive. After varied reunion attempts (without guitarist Josh Homme who is far too busy selling out and being commercial), John Garcia has finally made a record that captures the spirit of his former glories. This album has a swagger, an attitude and a fire in its belly. It is full of spacey reverberating riffs and tracks to drive along deserted highways to. For the first time in decades John Garcia feels like he means it.