Chicago's Sludged Out Crusty Doom Gods, INDIAN is one of the loudest, slowest, raunchiest bands out there, mixing their love of monumental riffs with an intelligence and creativity that is both compelling and alarming at the same time. "INDIAN are the future of heavy.... Their sound is extremely original, and godforsakenly brutal.... INDIAN moves as one staggering, stumbling machine, hacking away at your skull like a tomahawk." " There's a certain fuckin vibe with INDIAN...it's hard to describe...a kind-of 'payback' feel in every note they play. The music's so bitter and angry...kinda like the way Native Americans feel towards white folk. What I'm trying to say is, INDIAN bring it with a brooding vengeance." -AtTheStake, Chicago, IL from StonerRock.com "I can put away the eyehategod albums for awhile now, because INDIAN has tore me a new one for the last 3 days..." -Brando (of KITA), Chicago, IL from StonerRock.com "...heavier than Tammy Faye's make-up." -Metal Dave, Little Rock, AR from StonerRock.com "The Battle of New Orleans: Let me tell you a story of New Orleans and a little place called the Dixie Tavern. You see, it was an unsuspecting night, and the people of Louisiana were well tucked in their beds. But hell was about to break loose all over the place. ...The goliath/titan known as INDIAN took the stage, and smashed the tavern into shards and rubble. Indian was like a mega-neutron bomb that annihilated all life even at a microscopic level. The boys of Indian smashed all in their path and left no prisoners. There was no mercy, no refuge. All life ceased to exist as the doom filled the air. The flesh from corpses had evaporated and only piles of bones and the insects that crawl were the only tangible matter that layed upon the ground. It was horrendous, I tell you! It was the wrath of Chicago, of the native red man as he smiled to see the much needed cleansing of Southern Louisiana. The Great Spirit smiled down and blessed the Indian for his noble efforts. The doom was only the beginning, as Indian had to move on, to other cities and conquer all that had been taken away from his people. May his tour be well, may his nomadic journeys be powerful and fruitful. May the ones who once called him savage quiver in fright of the strength that is the almighty INDIAN from Chicago. The End." -Marc (of Malcontent Party) Austin, TX "I don't know if it was a set fueled by liquor or just plain rage, but Ron, Dylan and Brian were definatly giving their all. Besides a broken string pause a little over half way through they flowed flawlessly through about 35 minutes of pure rage, crushing riffage and drums that just keep going. Brian is as busy a drummer as i've ever seen... The last song they played was one i reconized and it ruled, and by the end Dylan was on the stage floor ,after eating the mic and knocking it over, crashing cymbals with his guitar while Ron looked like he would just collapse at any time and feeding back throughout all the applause that they deserved." -DonKing, Madison, WI from StonerRock.com "Insanely loud, incredibly heavy, sloow, thick, sludgy doom-core that sounds like music the Melvins might make if they were on heroin. If you thought the "It rubs the lotion on itself" dude from 'Silence of the Lambs' had a freaky voice, imagine him frothing at the mouth and singing 'blarf blarf blechh, blarf darr.'" -Heather Shouse Time Out-Chicago Magazine