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Wo Fat : Psychedelonaut
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With amps cranked to 11, Wo Fat takes you on a heavy psychedelic riff-fueled journey to the other side with their 2nd album "Psychedelonaut." Take a trip down through the rabbit hole for a fuzzed out, electrified blues, roots metal experience.
Genre: Metal/Punk: Stoner Metal
Release Date: 2009
Psychedelonaut Record Label: Brainticket Records
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Preview Song Name Time Format Price Select
Psychedelonaut 10:10 $0.99
Enter the Riffian 5:39 $0.99
Analog Man 8:54 $0.99
El Culto De La Avaricia 6:58 $0.99
Two the Hard Way 6:26 $0.99
The Slow Blade 7:39 $0.99
Shake Em On Down 4:56 $0.99
Not of This Earth 8:26 $0.99
The Spheres Beyond 12:43 $0.99
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Album Notes

As if teleported through time from the golden age of hard rock, (the early 70's) "Psychedelonaut," the second album from Texas riffmasters Wo Fat, takes the listener on an electrified, fuzzed out journey through expansive riff-filled lands, and blues-infused vistas. Like their debut, "The Gathering Dark," this album rocks hard and heavy, Black Sabbath-style with plenty of Hendrixy acid guitar jams, but ventures further out, into trippy, Floydian, psychedelic dimensions in the spheres beyond.
Wo Fat takes their inspiration from the heavy 70's greats, i.e. Sabbath, ZZ Top, Humble Pie, Deep Purple, Mahogany Rush, Night Sun, Mountain,etc. They then kick it into interstellar overdrive, delivering music with the heaviness and sheer weight of Sleep, Church of Misery, Orange Goblin and Kyuss. And they still manage to stay true to the haunting blues that wail and moan deep within their souls.
Tune in, turn on, and rock out with Wo Fat.

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REVIEWS

author: Brad at CD Baby
Appearing to bubble up from the deepest, darkest chasms of the riff-obsessed netherworld, this Texas three-piece (that sounds more like a five-piece) seems determined to drill their dense guitar assault straight through your skull. The ten-minute title track that opens the disc is a blistering declaration, a powerhouse of sweat-stained fuzz and fury that gets the word out from the get-go: all bets are off. These are intense expeditions, songs that only cease when the job is done. As a result, the average track length hovers around the seven-minute mark, leaving plenty of room for thunderous breakdowns and raggedly feisty solos. You could call it "stoner rock," but the origins of the styles displayed here are more distinctly 70's than anything else. The bass and guitar tones are certifiably huge, the drums rumble with weight, and the vocals are grizzly enough to complement the growling of the music. Think you're up for it?
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