It's been a busy week, and I've gotta cap it off with some outpatient surgery tomorrow, so I guess that explains how a new Clutch record managed to sneak up on me. Luckily, I was alerted to it via this article devoted to one of the best things about the band: Neil Fallon's lyrics. Even if you don't like their bruising, bluesy rock (or their more hardcore early sound), I still recommend reading the lyrics just as surreal poetry. In fact, come to think of it, I'm pretty sure they've inspired more post titles here than any other single source. Also. Furthermore. Too. And. Plus. Moreover. In addition.
I believe I also share a birthday and a magnificent beardedness with Fallon, so there's that.