"Stoner-rock grooves atop Hot Snakes-like slithering guitar attacks."
Red Fang push SST sludge and Thor's hammer riffage through big filthy Sunn amps, and slay Sabbath's rhythm section using the jawbone of Greg Ginn. The result? Big gigantic rock that is easy to listen to (not easy listening, mind you), It just makes sense, sounds good, and qualifies the simultaneous usage of both the thinking and the banging head, which are usually mutually exclusive.
--The Portland Mercury
These guys are raw, occasionally distorted, and loud as fuck; they've opened for the Sword, the Saviours, the Fucking Champs, and the Melvins, and they've got a distinct brand of metal - shreddin', but with a groove - that's formidable on disc but absolutely kills live. I'd impart some kind of face-melting warning here, but a face melt by the Fang ain't something you wanna miss.
--The San Francisco Bay Guardian
During a recent string of dates on the East Coast with metal technicians The Fucking Champs, Portland's Red Fang must have seemed like barbarian invaders by comparison. In place of symmetry and precision, Red Fang smears roughhewn, ragged riffs that place the band much more in the camp of Big Business (or even The Sword minus the hobbit shtick). Out behind a new five-song tour EP, the band sports members from all over the place, including Last of the Juanitas, Facedowninshit, and even the legendary San Diego noise collective Trumans Water.
This is an intense read. Glad these boys are alive and hope they have a quick recovery.... http://t.co/qUbOAw03