Taste Test: B. Hamilton writhe in a post-Summer of Love pit on ‘North San Juan’

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In 1967, as many as 100,000 people converged in San Francisco for what has been named the “Summer of Love.” The phenomenon was meant to spread love, compassion and understanding. But in the aftermath, the area spreading into northern California has since been riddled like cork board with addiction and the throes of recklessness. Out of nearby Oakland, indie-rock trio B. Hamilton – of Ryan Christopher Parks, Andrew Kenneth Macy and Raj Kumar Ojha – waste no time to rake their guitars through the contaminated soil to unearth bones of the past and the horrific truth that remains. “North San Juan” is a dangerously dirty, grim and volatile epic poem clocking in at just under six minutes. Guitars strangle around the eardrums, and their voices howl as one million demons clawing out of hell. It’s an arresting performance that’ll shake you. “My Lily’s getting cold now / With her beauty, long since gone / Another victim of the void,” creeps up the skin as a final warning. Will you take heed?

“North San Juan” kicks off the band’s brand new EP, Nothing and Nowhere, out everywhere now.

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