“Don’t try to fight it,” the band’s motto implores, “Salem’s
Pot has come to destroy your mind.” It’s the same kind of winking tease
employed by low budget horror films of the 70s-80s that essentially dared
audiences to experience what they knew they wanted, but couldn’t possibly
expect.
Likewise, the new album by mysterious Swedish quintet
Salem’s Pot delivers truly gritty and captivating heavy rock in high contrast
technicolor: a sonic equivalent of The Last House On The Left, El Topo and
Blood Feast. Similar to the way such films made up for their lack of flashy,
expensive effects with dim lighting and implied violence, a hallucinogenic
sense of true evil lurks in the dark corners