A Band Called Kyuss

September 2026

Is Kyuss genuinely musically high quality?

It’s just different, man.

Earlier albums are just raw and have a garage band feeling. Blues for the Red Sun is powerful with heavy riffs, strong but psychedelic and still has smooth energy sometimes.

Welcome to Sky Valley. Probably my favorite album of all time.

It’s akin to taking a journey in your psyche.

The guitar riff intro of Gardenia feels like speeding up on a SoCal desert highway, while you don’t know where your mind ends and the road begins.

The voice blends with the guitar sounds just enough to tell you there’s a story behind it, even if you don’t understand what he’s saying.

Drums and groovy bass in the solo part are humble but just want to make you dance. You start moving like a snake in waves. Ugh.

It’s not as sophisticated as, say, Snarky Puppy. But to me it’s definitely more engaging.

I can just listen to a Kyuss album with focus as a pastime. It’s rich and fulfilling. Not pretentious. But talented.

I have to admit. I thought I had left behind my stoner rock days when I was in high school.

I’m 28 now, but I appreciate it so much right now.

I respect the teenagers in a small SoCal city, Palm Desert, just grooving and rocking away. What a fucking style they had. They probably didn’t even know how much influence they would have.

Could I praise them any more?

They will always be very good no matter how much time passes, always be strong no matter who knows about them or not.

Young men in a desert with style, talent and good taste.

I’m grateful.

Time passed and they all went their own way with their own style.

But putting these names together:

Josh Homme
Brant Bjork
John Garcia
Scott Reeder

It’s as if stars aligned for a moment and it passed away like anything else.

Written while listening to the solo intro of Supa Scoopa and Mighty Scoop.
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