Sleep are a band who love weed. They have blazed; I've seen it. They've produced an extremely small quantity of music over nearly three decades, but you can hardly blame them when there's puffing and ripping to be had.
Besides, they did give us Dopesmoker, a what-more-could-you-ask-for masterpiece of stoner metal that lasted a good hour and laid down the gauntlet for most extreme, gruelling, precise riff piece. Bands have been trying to replicate it for years since, and some have taken their sound and deconstructed it into the drone metal of new. Sleep, though, are no thinking person's band: their music is crunchy and killer, but it's always been fun.
Case in point: they're back now with a record called The Sciences that's all riffing and soloing of old, suggesting they've simply been stashing away cool ideas for the last ten years and are now going to deliver them through remote clouds of smoke. As banal and over the top as they've ever been, their music continues to focus singularly on their hedonistic weed world, offering pure, unadulterated escapism in a genre that often wants to brood on us. Here they are, from their days aping Black Sabbath to these days as a band with a signature stoner sound -- slower than the logic of a high person's conspiracy theory.