This came out in 2000 — or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
If rock ‘n’ roll is the kingdom of the lazy, Karma To Burn are masters of their domain.
When this Virginia stoner-rock trio lost their singer, they didn’t bother getting a new one, opting to become an instrumental trio. Now, they don’t have to worry about lyrics. Hell, they don’t even bother with titles — the dozen tracks on this sophomore CD go only by numbers: Thirty One, Twenty, Seven and so on. Too bad they didn’t bother changing their style while they were at it. It, too, goes by the numbers — the usual amalgam of Fu Manchu / Nebula fuzz-rock crossed with heavy Metallica thunder. Another thing they didn’t bother to do, sadly, was write solos or melodies to take the place of vocals. Instead, they just chug away relentlessly, sounding like what they truly are — a decent band that really needs a singer. Maybe they’ll work on that. Then again, probably not.
