Rex Brown’s debut solo album isn’t what you’d expect from a former member of Pantera, but it is exactly what you’d expect from a 50-something good ole boy from Texas. Belying his fourth-banana-in-a-90s-metal band status, Smoke On This is shit-kicking stoner rock with one eye on the glorious past.
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Fans of his old band looking for spark-fingered histrionics or chest-thumping machismo will be disappointed – Brown was always the lukewarm water between the fire and ice of Phil Anselmo and Dimebag Darrell. But like a packhorse in an old western movie, Smoke On This does just what it needs to with the minimum of flash.
