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If you always thought Monster Magnet were just too restrained, then this is the throbbing electric comic book you’ve been searching for. Thoroughly freaked out and positively stoned-to-the-tits, Atomic Zod War is all grunting wah-wah guitar and long-haired freak ruminations shouted over thumping drug-jungle beats.

Opening your album with 14 minutes of oozing acid rock is pretty goddamn brassy, but that’s what the band do on the chugging astral-doom of Paralyzed. If you’re still standing, groovy headspinner Ain’t Coming Home and the lethal Get My Mind Together will melt you into a twitchy puddle of bone and fur. Devil Inside is sorta the blues, but it’s also sorta like wandering in the Suicide Forest zonked on Quaaludes.

Atomic Zod War wallows in its own sonic excess like a flashing psychedelic warthog. Jack Kirby would be proud of these spaced-out motherfuckers.

Came from the sky like a 747. Classic Rock’s least-reputable byline-grabber since 2003. Several decades deep into the music industry. Got fired from an early incarnation of Anal C**t after one show. 30 years later, got fired from the New York Times after one week. Likes rock and hates everything else. Still believes in Zodiac Mindwarp and the Love Reaction, against all better judgment.