"From The West crafts songs of temptation, blasted out in that dirty rock sound that could only be born from the great
Midwest,
nasty loose grooves and high-gain soul. This is the soundtrack to a hot
summer night in that dive bar on the outskirts of town. You know the
one, gravel parking lot, blacked out windows with neon signs, beer and
whiskey infused wooden floors, and questionable clientele."
Unique music, a unique voice, a band not trying to be a Clutch, Monster Magnet, Fu Manchu or Kyuss ripoff. Those are a few things I've been looking for lately. From The West fits that bill perfectly. Foot stomping hard rock with lots and lots (and lots) of killer guitar work, this self titled album is a non stop riff machine from start to finish. This album gets in your head like the snake or bug gets in you in a sci-fi or horror movie. It hurts so good. By time it clutches itself into your brain, it's got your full attention. You have no choice but to crank the volume up as far as humanly possible. This is music done right!