My love affair with Speedealer started when I first saw Speedealer at the Pound SF with an audience of about 10, excluding the bands. It was probably one of the best shows I've ever seen. However, the deal was sealed the next day when I went to the record store and picked up Here Comes Death.
This album came about the time when Stoner Rock bands like Clutch and C.O.C. were trying to take the more rockin' and blues elements of metal and adding groove into the mix. Speedealer went to opposite direction and added more Motorhead, the rage of hardcore and wildness of Ted Nugent. Half the album is filled with heavy, southern styled stoner riffs (think Eyehategod trying to play Southern Rock) while the other half of the album blurs past your ears with such a booze fueled fury that it almost falls appart on itself while Jeff Hirshberg snarls through his teeth because he'd pop a lung if he sang any more fiercely. This album possess a power and rage that is incomparable to a lot of it's contemporaries. It's Southern styled Punk/Metal at its best.
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