This came out in 2001 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Their name comes from ’60s drug writer William Burroughs. Their approach comes from ’70s drug rockers Hawkwind, cut with some primo Black Sabbath sludge. Their sound comes straight from ’90s stoner-rock gods like Monster Magnet and Nebula. And they’ve gotta be the heaviest Chilean-Swedish-Canadian metal outfit in the world. All hail the dark lords of Roachpowder.
And while you’re at it, behold their newest offering Atomic Church, a testament to the divine glory of the god Marshall Stack and his only begotten sons Fuzzbox and Echoplex. Brutally fuzzy, punishingly heavy and pharmacologically twisted, the swirling maelstroms of cowbell-plonk boogie and wah-wah-drenched metal in songs like House Of The Wicked, To Ebola With Love and Balls Of The Sun throw off enough light and heat to leave you wondering if you’re in heaven or hell. Either way, you’ll be a believer.
