Stoned Jesus Songs To Sun Review
Stoned Jesus
Songs To Sun
Season Of Mist
2025
I won’t sugarcoat a damn thing; I’ve been stalking Stoned Jesus’ “Songs to Sun” like a drug fiend. I knew it was coming, but I didn’t know when, and the not-knowing gnawed at me. I pestered my poor rep at S.O.M. begging: Where and will we get the next Stoner Rock revelation? And now it’s here. The sun cracked open like an egg, yolk spilling fire across the sky, and Stoned Jesus was the band to bottle it. “Songs to Sun”. A record, yes, but also a prophecy. The first part of a trilogy. That’s not just news; that’s a cosmic dare. A vow written in sweat and smoke.
Press play, and the sound doesn’t just start, it explodes. You’re thrown face-first into passages of progressive sprawl, with riffs twisting like vines around your throat. This band never fakes it, never panders and never stoops. They mean it. And maybe I’m fragile right now, ear surgery gone sideways left me cracked open like a busted speaker, but music this raw goes straight into the wound. It’s emotional, it’s unnerving, it’s almost too much. And yet I keep hitting repeat!
Six tracks, forty-one minutes. Tight. Focused. Perfect for vinyl, though you know this beast deserves the audiophile treatment, a double-LP slab of wax heavy enough to crush. The riffs are massive and will shake your insides loose. Hooks that coil like snakes; melodies that melt like Dali clocks. And remember this is a three-piece band. No extra bodies, no wasted space. Every note counts. Every crash of the cymbal feels like it’s hammering into your skull.
Standouts, don’t even ask. This whole album is a standout. Lead single, “Shadow Land” hits the hardest while maintaining a mid-paced vibe that settles in nicely as it stares at the ghost of Soundgarden smirking in the corner. “Lost in the Rain” is a cathedral of sorrow, with haunting orchestral silhouettes wrapping around the vocals. Then comes “Quicksand”, ten minutes of an acoustic revival that pulls you back to the lost days of MTV Unplugged. It’s nostalgia dipped in incense smoke and days long gone. I listened and suddenly remembered being sixteen, clutching a pack of smokes, ready to inhale anything, cigarettes, riffs, drugs, fire, it didn’t matter what, as long as it burned.
“Songs to Sun” isn’t just the Stoner Rock release of the year, it’s a solar flare that incinerates all the competition. It’s magnificently produced, monstrously arranged and dangerously alive. This is the beginning of a trilogy that might just end with the band being mythologized, canonized and deified.