Black Lips

These cool-ass Georgians play some chunky raw blues raunch and roll. And even though this kind of lo-fi garage stuff seems to be perennially suffering from an under-the-radar level of popularity that may induce much eye-rolling among the jaded hipsters, this one is actually quite the gem. They play with a broken down style as if their instruments are a couple of notes away from exploding in their hands. These guys blow the mesh trucker caps off the wannabes with their dirty style and feedback-laden sound. This record is dedicated to their late guitarist, who was killed in a car wreck before it was released. Keep that in mind when listening and turn it up.