There’s so much positive aspects about Tumbleweed Dealer’s music, that you really become exceedingly excited listening to them. The sound is extraordinary, and literally presents us no hesitations. The insane grooves are high, and the melodies embrace an ecliptic psychedelic haze with a flagrant harmonic twist, precisely inserted into a major sonorous context. One of the best bass guitar lines I’ve ever heard on the genre, the heavy doomed sonorous pattern of the instrument conflagrates a spontaneous combustion of perfectly conceived harmonies, attached to a marvelous musical consistency, that converges deeply high with the transcendental sonorous feeling amalgamated by their style.
Their harmonies are disruptive inner cadences, overwhelmed by antagonistic rhythms, shaped by the lines of an incredibly surreal, but vigorous audacity. Music elevated at an art category, finally. Marvelously objective as well, all the songs on TDIII – Tokes, Hatred & Caffeine will simply blow your mind away! This album made me so astoundingly crazy that, as soon as the album was over, I had to listen to it for a second time immediately. Because it is really impossible for a band to be that good. And they aren’t. They are excellent. Amazingly lacerating and strikingly insane. These musicians have everything in their power to become giants of stoner rock. And TDIII – Tokes, Hatred & Caffeine obviously has to be considered one of the best albums of the year.
Those surreal, hallucinating and surprising songs are anthems to the purity of the soul of rock’n’roll, and a real return to its basic roots, although Tumbleweed Dealer has so much audacity and originality, that you instantly become mesmerized by their beautiful sound, so primitive, so harmonic, so dissonant, so poetic, so inspiring, so anarchic, yet so precisely calculated, all at the same time. It becomes really impossible not to love this album. A surprising and reverberant masterpiece, TDIII – Tokes, Hatred & Caffeine has consecrated instrumental stoner rock to another level, achieving an elevated path of marvelous ascendancy, that most bands on the genre has yet to learn how to try.
This state-of-the-art work deserves all attention and all recognition. An abundant veil of poetic sonorous enlightenment, TDIII – Tokes, Hatred & Caffeine is an album perfect at any time. Nonetheless, if you listen to this album in a special moment – Friday at midnight, while drinking a beer and talking to your best friend, or while taking the trip of your life –, this record will become the soundtrack of your existence. You will never listen to anything like this. This is pure sonorous poetry becoming beautiful music while the essence of its cosmogony dilutes into a colored haze, to materialize somewhere, as a potentially referential album to a generation. Marvelously inspired, here technique meets talent, talent meets beauty, beauty meets poetry, and a deeply stargazing poetry creates a wonderful universe of sound inside your head. If you think that you knew what music really was, your personal musical universe will be shaken, if you dare to listen to this glorious and overwhelmingly insane masterpiece. You will never hear stoner rock the same way you used to, as long as you live. This is what standing on the shoulders of giants really mean.