When it comes to music about drugs (or made with drugs), I don't go for subtlety. In an age where there's no longer anything taboo about the subject, there's nothing lamer than coded references or droopy winking eyes to hint at the matter. And while I generally don't like music that requires drugs to enjoy, I sure do enjoy tunes that evoke their stinkiest cultural signifiers — spilled bongwater, filthy leather jackets, big blown speakers in the basement, etc. This one's got all that, plus some nice krautrock vibes keeping the high from getting too low.Black Mountain - Druganaut
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