In 2009 I convinced my brother to make the 500 mile motorcycle trip to Indianapolis to attend the "Templars of Doom" doom metal festival. This band #earthride were my main reason for attending it. In our ride to the festival we decided to not plan a route since we were leaving a day early and we would avoid throughways to make the ride as much of an event as the destination. We meandered through Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana and even discovered route 666, a metal omen if ever there was one. We ended up taking over twelve hours to get to Indy and we loved every single wandering mile. On more than one occasion during that motorcycle ride I would hum and sing this album to myself in anticipation of their performance.
Earthride play a sludge biker version of doom. The vocalist (who turns out to be smaller than Dio in stature) has a nicotine stained baritone voice that growls above the swampy din of Orange amplifiers. They didn't disappoint my stoned brother at the festival and I was in glory seeing these songs performed in a small club in a strange Midwestern city.
If you see me on a motorcycle I am singing one of two songs: steppenwolf "born to be wild" or "dirt nap" off this album.
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