First it�s the almighty cowbell. Then it�s a nasty guitar sting and a whirling organ. Then... hell, they had me at the cowbell. Halfway into �Hell on Its Knees,� the opening track, and MY knees are bruised from being on the ground, praising the boogie rock gods for gracing us with this sextet. Proudly carrying the banner handed down by the likes of Grand Funk Railroad and Humble Pie, Blood of the Sun deliver the southern monster metal boogie with ease-the-seat-back confidence and righteous swagger. Thick, certified Angus Beef-riffs, tight arrangements graced with the perfect amount o� shimmy room, Greg Allman-on-acid organ fills, requisite �whiskey woman� lyric check, wah solos, the Mountain reference in the name; it�s all perfect for eating red meat to. Contemporary comparisons � think a funkier Mystick Krewe of Clearlight with a burlier Chris Cornell-esque singer, or a liquored-up and pissed-off Gov�t Mule.

Blood of the Sun glide effortlessly between wide-open shack-shakers and slower tempo, heavily blues-infused numbers. Like Halfway to Gone, they know when to hold �em, when to fold �em, and when to flat-out kick the card table into the air and stampede.

Firmly planted in the �Now� but drawing from a host of the fathers of heavy rock Blood of the Sun sound like a more pumped up version of mid '70s Grand Funk Railroad and Deep Purple but with bits and pieces of Led Zeppelin, Mountain, and Robin Trower. Or, for a more contemporary reference imagine The Mystick Krewe of Clearlight with the vocals of Las Cruces!!

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