La Chinga

Michael Baryshnikov написал(а) к All в Dec 17 10:38:04 по местному времени:

Нello All!

Залит La_Chinga:
(2013)LaChinga
(2016)_Freewheelin'

А вот - канадские ребята, возрождающие ХМБ.
По звуку они настолько Лед Зеппелин, что создаётся впечатление, что играют ЛЗ, а вокал просто наложен. Да, вокал не Плантовский, но тут и не ковер-группа, да и даже не клон - просто похожи...
Весьма рекомендую!

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La Chinga is a hard Rock power trio with psychedelic powers sitting on the worlds edge in Vancouver, Canada. Drawing from Sabbath, Zep, the MC5 and their own superbad habits, La Chinga has established a beachhead with Detroit's Small Stone records and a penetrating buzz across Canadian campus radio. Released in 2013, the bands debut self-titled album prompted ecstatic reviews from the kind of people who wonder why they don't make em like this anymore.

Нaving signed with Small Stone Records, Canadian rockers La Chinga return this year with their sophomore effort Freewheelin’. This album is a nonstop, booty-shaking groove from beginning to end. By taking cues from 70s bands like James Gang and ZZ Top, La Chinga create a straightforward and infectious record that is loaded with fun.

It was in the year of the no lord 2012. In the dark wilderness of Vancouver, BC, where lost youths teemed in search of the true power of ROCK, three men chosen by occult forces too sinister to name rose up in answer to that dire and baleful call.

With their electric black magic unleashed and in full flight, they bonded with the children of the forest over Cro-Magnon riffage, pounding drums, banshee wails, bell bottoms, boogie vans and the sweet miracle of tequila. Through sheer stoopidity, brutality, violence and volume they honed their primordial craft into a sonic axe of stone, opening skulls with deadly precision for as far as the pterodactyl flew.

They would meet regularly, when the moon was full, filling their bellies with intoxicating wild berries, their faces wet with lizard blood as they summoned an unholy frenzy of righteous and orgiastic riffage, bashing out pagan odes to some long forgotten bronze age GOD.

Through their music they traveled back in time to year UR, where they became wild and their manes grew shaggier.

And thru this transmogrification their vision became clear, the seas of bullshit parted before them and they were free to shuffle off the chains of modern society and raise a stubby and musk-tinged middle finger to the craven new world.

Their war cry became their name, their name... La Chinga! Their mission: to vanquish all foes.

Three men. They howl, growl, prowl and stomp upon the terra in a glorious march to free man from his own mortal enemy - НIMSELF!!! La Chinga!! La Chinga!!! La Chinga...!!!!

This is the soundtrack for cruising around with your ragtop down, music blaring and breeze blowing through your hair. Afterwards, head to the bar, throw back a couple cold ones, jam out to the ten minute psych-fest that is “The Dawn of Man” and be content with life.
(c) Boss the Ross
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Enjoy!
WBR, Michael Baryshnikov.

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