On its 20th anniversary, Harry Bedder reflects on Electric Wizard’s Dopethrone and the vicarious pleasure to be found in a record so at-odds with the forward-facing attitude of the early 21st century.

On its 20th anniversary, Harry Bedder reflects on Electric Wizard’s Dopethrone and the vicarious pleasure to be found in a record so at-odds with the forward-facing attitude of the early 21st century.
1994 was a phenomenal year for rock. The same year that gave us Green Day’s Dookie, Jeff Buckley’s Grace, the Oasis/Blur clash of Definitely Maybe against Parklife, and even Kurt Cobain’s posthumous Nirvana album, MTV […]