Here's the track listing and comments on each song:
This song was originally on the Demon Cleaner single, but I suspect it has been rerecorded with producer Chris Goss. Rides the sorta heavy-as-a-concrete-slab-to-the-temple groove that could only be Kyuss - as the guitar and bass merged into a single thick swirl of noise.
Initially grumbling along on a slow and cruelly basic bass riff, this is gradually wound up by Josh Homme's guitar - which bores through the main melody like a drill. It finally crunches into overdrive - a sound like a motorway pile up in your left ear!
An instumental. Introduced by a little guitar melody, before walloping into a thundering riff. Much juddering of the senses ensues, before Homme throws a layer of hazy, kaleidoscopic guitar splashes in for good measure.
Built around a primeval - and vintage Black Sabbath - riff that goes sludge- sludge - sludge-screee! and a John Garcia vocal that swirls from speaker to speaker. Develops like Soundgarden on bad drugs, while the lyrics are oblique but nevertheless quite obviously about something nasty indeed.
Scott Reeders cluster-bomb bass and Hommes psychedelic guitar play against each other for at least two minutes. Eventually, they lurch together into an exceedingly heavy riff. Garcia's vocal is that of a man several sand dunes short of a desert.
This was also on the Demon Cleaner E.P. The same arrangement as Phototopic - except Homme plays a Spaghetti Western tune at ear bleeding pitch to begin with, while Reeders bass shuffles along like a knee-capped hippo. Again the riff comes late, but it is as effective as a carpet bombing attack on a small village.
An instrumental. Homme sounds as if he's playing the staggered central riff with a cheese-grater. Reeders bass is viciously repetitive. Alfredo Hernandez' drum beat pumps like a migrane. And then it unloads an epic riff that James Hetfield would kill for!
A classic Kyuss riff, the bass and guitar locked into a thick soup sound, with Garcia howling away through the middle. Fantastic.
Kyuss play Reggae! Like they're wearing boxing gloves made of cement. And then they switch to a low slung riff that threatens to tear the whole tune apart.
Kyuss play Calypso funk! Like they've been heavily sedated. And then they switch to a brutal sonic assault.