Earthless, Harsh Toke - Acid Crusher Mount Swan
Review by Destini Ingoldsby
Acid Crusher Mount Swan, the collaborative album by Earthless and Harsh Toke, is a mind-bending journey through the depths of psychedelic rock. The album is a testament to the talent of both bands, as they each bring their unique sound and style to the table.
The album opens with "Acid Crusher," a 15-minute opus that sets the tone for the entire record. The track is a swirling, hypnotic jam that builds and builds until it reaches a fever pitch of guitar riffs and pounding drums. From there, the album takes the listener on a wild ride through a variety of moods and tempos.
One standout track is "Mount Swan," which features a driving bassline and soaring guitar solos. The song is a perfect showcase for Earthless' technical prowess, as they effortlessly shift from one intricate riff to the next.
Harsh Toke's influence can be felt on tracks like "Acid Crusher II" and "Electric Machine," which both feature a more laid-back, groove-oriented sound. These songs provide a welcome change of pace from the album's more frenetic moments.
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Filename: earthless-harsh-toke-acid-crusher-mount-swan.rar- MP3 size: 13.2 mb
- FLAC size: 103.8 mb
Tracks
| Track | Duration | Preview |
|---|---|---|
| Mount Swan | 19:36 | |
| Acid Crusher | 14:56 |
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Catalog Numbers
- TPE-181-2
- TPE-181-1
Labels
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Formats
- CD
- Single
- Digipack
- Vinyl
- LP
- Translucent Yellow with Green Splatter
- 12"
- Clear with Black Splatter
- Blue Splatter
Companies
| Role | Company |
|---|---|
| Recorded At | Audio Design |
| Phonographic Copyright (p) | Tee Pee Records |
| Copyright (c) | Tee Pee Records |
| Distributed By | The Orchard |
| Published By | Rubric Label Group LLC |
Credits
| Role | Credit |
|---|---|
| Bass | Richie Belton (tracks: 2) |
| Drums | Austin Ayub (tracks: 2) |
| Guitar | Justin Figueroa (tracks: 2) |
| Organ | Gabe Messer (tracks: 2) |
| Illustration | Mike Egggggginton |
| Layout | Operation:Mindblow |
| Producer | Cosmic Roachie |
Notes
- Digipak.
- "Split LP" with Earthless and Harsh Toke.
- Black poly-lined inner sleeve
- Comes with a digital download card.
Barcodes
- Barcode (Scanned): 707239018126
- Barcode (Scanned): 707239018119
- Matrix / Runout (Side 1 Runout Stamped): 141141E1/B
- Matrix / Runout (Side 2 Runout Stamped): 141141E2/B
About Earthless, Harsh Toke
Members
- Mario Rubalcaba
- Isaiah Mitchell
- Mike Eginton
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