The garage kraut sultans ZHOD slam their debut album onto our planet! tied deep in the garage, the love to shift your grooves with noncyclical waving instro sound-convoys back to a furious attacks of hypnotic, guitar punches and catchy choruses and freight train bass lines. Imagine ROCKET FROM THE CRYPT get pulled in the gutter by MAN OR ASTROMAN. KING TUFF commanding a cobainy submarine and the OH SEES' are detailed doin' service in the engine room. In a nutshell, just put TY SEGALL downhill on a bike with no brakes. How come? Hiding in deserted Berlin backyards ducktaping broken windows and enriching their art progress with pharmacy bags of medical weed and cheap liquors, they onboarded reel-to-reel recording mastermind Nene Baratto (MOVIE STAR JUNKIES, Outside Inside Studios) to finally knock it out! It's ten songs of fuzz-soaked, dreamy garage rock of this never-resting german four piece. They just put the cream on their european tour for the flippin' festival summer and heading back to any basement weirdness or BYOB party right after to the Liverpool Psychfest! doing laundry is yesterday, stay dirty with ZHOD!