Somewhere in the magical and mystical world called HARD ROCK LAND there's a road only marked by a weird and twisty oak tree that the largest crows ever seem like to populate. While walking up it look for the trail of crushed Milwaukee's Best Ice and Hamm's cans
and chicken wing bones. They will lead you down a path populated with a crossbred plants of Venus Fly Traps and Poison Ivy. Soon the screeches and caws of the buzzards and crows is drowned out by a crunch and squall and squeal and squelch as you get closer to a cave. At first those sounds may resemble 70's FM boogie rock but only for the first few seconds. Then it starts to sound all stretched out and mangled. Sorta like they have a picture of Black Sabbath on a wad of Silly Putty and are doing all kinds of distorted things to it. It's quickly deduced that you have Drugs Dragons lair. The people of HARD ROCK LAND have run them out of town for taking butt boogie, swerving it all over the road and laughing each and every time they put it in the ditch. They have been declared pariah's for their disrespect and this is where they must dwell. The musty and damp environment is a perfect match to their sound where old AC/DC records are put through a meat grinder and cooked up on a grill by the fires of Feedtime. The Butthole Surfers stopped taking LSD years ago and the Drugs Dragons have decided they would have the acid flashbacks for them.
One of the key components in the Drugs Dragons sound is the mutilated blues licks (if "licks" is even the proper way to describe the string bending that is going on) of Mr. Tony Sagger. Here, in a very one man band (and one sided single) setting he bares heartache on the sparse "Lies" (sample lyric: "I hope you fucking die!"), does a way drunk but waits to fall apart until the very end version of the 13th Floors Elevators "You're Gonna Miss Me" and closes it out with the garage-rock having absolutely disturbed cough syrup buzzed hallucinations "I Love You".
Check out a Tony Sagger One Man Band gig here.
Find out more about the Drug Dragons over at their Myspace page.
and chicken wing bones. They will lead you down a path populated with a crossbred plants of Venus Fly Traps and Poison Ivy. Soon the screeches and caws of the buzzards and crows is drowned out by a crunch and squall and squeal and squelch as you get closer to a cave. At first those sounds may resemble 70's FM boogie rock but only for the first few seconds. Then it starts to sound all stretched out and mangled. Sorta like they have a picture of Black Sabbath on a wad of Silly Putty and are doing all kinds of distorted things to it. It's quickly deduced that you have Drugs Dragons lair. The people of HARD ROCK LAND have run them out of town for taking butt boogie, swerving it all over the road and laughing each and every time they put it in the ditch. They have been declared pariah's for their disrespect and this is where they must dwell. The musty and damp environment is a perfect match to their sound where old AC/DC records are put through a meat grinder and cooked up on a grill by the fires of Feedtime. The Butthole Surfers stopped taking LSD years ago and the Drugs Dragons have decided they would have the acid flashbacks for them.One of the key components in the Drugs Dragons sound is the mutilated blues licks (if "licks" is even the proper way to describe the string bending that is going on) of Mr. Tony Sagger. Here, in a very one man band (and one sided single) setting he bares heartache on the sparse "Lies" (sample lyric: "I hope you fucking die!"), does a way drunk but waits to fall apart until the very end version of the 13th Floors Elevators "You're Gonna Miss Me" and closes it out with the garage-rock having absolutely disturbed cough syrup buzzed hallucinations "I Love You".
Check out a Tony Sagger One Man Band gig here.
Find out more about the Drug Dragons over at their Myspace page.
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