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KING TUFF - Black Moon Spell - Vinyl (LP + MP3 download code)

Sold Date: December 14, 2016
Start Date: October 26, 2015
Final Price: £14.94 (GBP)
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Cat: SP 1080. Rel: 29 Sep 14
Indie


Side 1 - Track 1. Black Moon Spell Side 1 - Track 2. Sick Mind Side 1 - Track 3. Rainbow's Run Side 1 - Track 4. Headbanger Side 1 - Track 5. Beautiful Thing Side 1 - Track 6. I Love You Ugly Side 1 - Track 7. Magic Mirror Side 2 - Track 1. Madness Side 2 - Track 2. Demon From Hell Side 2 - Track 3. Black Holes In Stereo Side 2 - Track 4. Radiation Side 2 - Track 5. Eyes Of The Muse Side 2 - Track 6. Staircase Of Diamonds Side 2 - Track 7. Eddie's Song

Kyle Thomas, native of Vermont and full-time deadbeat renaissance man, has plied his trade in numerous outfits over the last few years, from the demented folk of Feathers to the downcast '70s doom-rock of Witch, yet King Tuff marks an alter ego that takes a time warped journey through the last half-century of rock, eventually parking up somewhere around the early-'70s. Gloriously dumb, frequently gaudy and always audacious, Black Moon Spell - much like Ty Segall's recent Manipulator - is almost enough to make one want to wear platform boots and feather boas on a trip down to the corner shop; such is the pull of these full-on, decidedly Bolan-esque odes to reckless abandon.