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Dance of the Oxen (single)
by Mammoth Rider
1.Dance of the Oxen 03:23
In the beginning, there was naught, and by that I mean our four protagonists were out of weed. These four men were separate from each other in life, but that would soon change when they each sat down to rip the fattest-assed rip that they each could muster of their newfound bud.
Though these men were apart physically, the subsequent rips they would each take would bind their minds across the cosmos like a Bifrost made out of pure shatter, and transport them through dimensions and eons, to a place heretofore undocumented by actual, non-marijuana-infused science. A place where scores of celestial bodies and colors litter the sky, and the air tastes like room-temperature sarsparilla. Where tusk-like formations burst forth from the crests of mountains that would dwarf even the mightiest of those found on Earth, and where one has absolutely no confidence whatsoever that there's any sort of ozone layer in the atmosphere to prevent any of the four of us from getting cancer or space-AIDS or some shit.
It was in this place we encountered the Mammoth Rider. His mighty, prehensile proboscus-endowed steed shook the ground beneath us as it walked, and as he stretched out his regal finger towards our group, he said unto us, "Yo, are you fuckers looking for some weed? Cuz I got some phat fucking space-gas in the trunk." But before we could figure out whether or not he was referring to the mammoth's actual trunk, or some kind of secret compartment inside its ass, we were whisked back across the Shatter Bifrost to Earthrealm, where we would regrettably be without any dank-ass space-funk.
So eventually, we all met up back on Earth and decided that getting back to that planet to try the Mammoth Rider's space-dank was our number-one priority. But, how to get there again? Simple: start a stoner/doom band, play some shows, get smoked out nightly by an intensely loyal and stupidly massive fanbase, and maybe, just maybe, one of those smoke sesh's (what the fuck) can transport us back... to the realm of the MAMMOTH RIDER.
releases January 13, 2023
Andy McComas (guitar, vocals)
Shawn Hatfield (guitar)
Nick Flowers (bass)
Jamie Barnes (drums)
Recorded by Dave Chaletzky at Kokopelli Music Studio
Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by Shawn Hatfield at Groove: Music Studio
Lyrics by Andy McComas
Music by Mammoth Rider
Copyright 2023 Mammoth Rider
Copyright 2023 Appalachian Groove Records
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