Cropduster grooves like the outer edges of a whirlpool. It’s a slow, steady draw that eventually plunges you into darkness. Their songs weigh heavy on your soul as you go under for good.
Cropduster have a groove. It’s a dark groove. It’s The Stones at their most stoned. It’s early Pink Floyd on a bad trip. It’s Sleep without the sludge. Cream without the bombast. Damn.