Sometimes I lay in bed at night, struggling to figure out what to listen to in order to calm my brain and find some peace. I have it in my head, the way the guitars sound, the kinds of riffs and sinewy leads I want. Slow, rolling, but catchy and propulsive. It’s more than stoner rock; when everyone and their brother is doing it, I crave something deeper, something that locks into my wavelength. I didn’t know Bask before randomly grabbing the promo from the pile, but now, having heard The Turning, not only do I know them, but I know what I was searching for on all of those sleepless nights.

Something to ring the spirit bell inside. A chord that resonates deep in the chasm of my chest. Also, some banjo and gnarly fuzz.

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