This album almost comes with a stale beer smell. I feel like I have a green bottle in my hand, trying to hear the live music over the dive bar chatter and the jukebox. This isn’t a putdown; I love bar bands.

When I listen to Siena Root, I close my eyes and envision the band in their retro billowy fabrics, extra-long hair, performing passionately with eyes closed from within a cloud of questionable smoke, over there on that 6-inch riser, near the pool tables, under the neon “Stroh’s” sign.
Retro Hard rock from Sweden with heavy portions of Bluesy Roots. The songs are full of 70s psychedelic hard rock groove, occasionally incorporating classic instrumentation sounds of 5 decades past: acoustic guitars, flute, sitar, and tremor-y organ in addition to the walking bass and fuzzy electrics. Zubaida Solid plays the keys with soul, but delivers a Grace Slick breathy soul on lead vocals.
If they managed a time machine, Siena Root could easily have opened for Alice Cooper, Black Sabbath, Blue Oyster Cult, Wishbone Ash, Led Zeppelin, or Foghat. These guys and gal might have been a little too scary for Crosby, Stills, and Nash, but they could have possibly rocked a Neil Young crowd. In modern times, they’d pair well with Vintage Caravan and Galley Beggar.
I think they rock well in the early part of the record on tunes like “Professional Procrastinator” (great song title) and the closer: “Keeper of the Flame,” but Siena Root excel when they get all the way into their mystical mushroom muse on “Revelation’s” second half, as especially heard on tracks like: “Dusty Roads” and the sitar-forward instrumental jamout: “Madhukauns.”