Once they were The Shooting Guns - but with Jim Ginther absconding to California, Saskatoon's favourite sons of dope smoke, unholy light, punishingly high volume, and PRIMAL BOOGIE got themselves a new drummer and a new name.
So welcome to "Runway" - but don't panic people, these dudes have not become a slick collective in the interim period - jamming on riffs, locking into grooves, finding that transcendental part and understanding that when you get there - you stay there, taking Lou Reed's famous maxim - "One chord is fine. Two chords is pushing it. Three chords and you're into jazz." - to its logical extreme is still the ethos.
Opener "Slower Egypt" sets the tone, haunting the foggy moor between pulse-riding kraut-rock and Sabbath-styled doom riffage, these primal cuts mutate into droning set pieces and a rollercoaster of amplified sound. Regardless if you're into uppers or downers, dope or speed within these deep heady grooves you may find glimpses of the heavy-lidded choogle of the Groundhogs, the burnt-blues bonhomie of Canned Heat, and Tres Amigos ZZ Top that pisses from a great height onto 90% of the lava lamp-gazing indie rock bores currently masquerading as practitioners of "stoner psych" - Respect your elders, chumps.