So many bands have passed by my ears. They’ve played. They haven’t said much. They’ve gone away. They’ve grown old, wretched, sluggish, each in some corner of the world.
Wizard Smoke, who came from Atlanta, were different: thick ass doom riffs played with a rock vibe. Tuned down to D. Five song titles: I, II, III, IV, and V. “I” had a Kraken riff that made Tony Iommi slap his mother.