Gonga are about riffs handed down from Sabbath, Zeppelin, and Blue Cheer. Imagine The Atomic Bitchwax leavened with Nebula, Dozer or Fu Manchu. It�s blues-based hard rock, with an emphasis on rhythm, thick distortion, and Bonham-like drumming. What gives Gonga its distinction are the vocals, which are of the faint, strained variety and the undeniable influence of classic British rock.

As soon as the sluggish low-end bass starts pounding along to the opening guitar hooks, you know exactly where this album is heading, and with such a drugged out feel, you certainly don�t want it to get there too soon! The sterling guitar work of George Elgie during his solos suits the buzzing bass lines. The final track crosses the boundaries of 70s tripped out rock and plants itself firmly into Sabbathian doom, that I personally welcomed with open arms as after nearly fifty minutes of distant vocals and thick groove laden riffs, the incisive slow chug is like a sobering punch in the face.

Gonga love at least two things - psychedelic-tinged, balls-out rocking and weed. This album is catchy without being precious and if you like music that locks you into a groove but doesn't get monotonous, you're going to love this. The vocals, which are outstanding, remind me of early Scott Weiland, with that same hazy, damaged sound. Swirling guitars pour forth memorable riff after memorable riff, bolstered by sharp, powerful drums and simple, unerring bass. This album is begging to be super-glued into your car stereo and cranked to the heavens on a warm, nighttime drive. Worship the riff.

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