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"Sign them now!"

The Last Powerful Second
By Chelsea Ide
Published: February 16, 2006

Within 30 seconds of popping in Greenhaven's new disc The Last Powerful Second, listeners will be ready to slam shots at a bar with several hairy, gregarious men making dirty jokes -- and those guys may actually be the members of Greenhaven. Much like their key influence, stoner metal kings Clutch, the men of Greenhaven keep it heavy and direct. Uncle Dave's thick, deep grooving bass lines are prominent and add to the album's jam feel, while Matt Strangwayes' throaty vocals give it a dive-bar ambiance. Plus, his lyrical style is conversational and laid-back, which will surely lead to great call-and-answer moments at shows. As much as Greenhaven uses a slower, deep style, the band is still metal, with plenty of guitar solos spicing up the disc. Jay Hofer's especially impressive fretboard fingerwork on "Earthquake" is bound to captivate crowds -- that solo live will be a moment of sheer slayage. The Last Powerful Second is simply a killer blues-based metal album, in the league of Clutch's Pure Rock Fury. Seriously, why isn't this band signed? - Phoenix New Times


PHOENIX, AZ's Greenhaven don't fuck around. From the moment the supercharged rawk of album opener 'Waterloo' screeches down the dusty highway, it's a 666mph joyride through the desert in an old pick-up, mothertruckers! It's the unofficial soundtrack to 'Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas' and the vampire
showdown in 'From Dusk Til Dawn'; It's A7x if they had grown up on a steady diet of Zeke and 'Two-Lane Blacktop'. Every scuzz-rock mantra is a jackhammer hailstorm of low slung dirty riffs and alcohol fuelled brutality. Lock up your daughters, Greenhaven are a menace to civilisation. Go to

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"Desperately Heavy Motherfuckery"

Here’s a track from Greenhaven’s new-ish album, “The Last Powerful Second”. Coincidentally, they’re also from Arizona. As the name sorta implies, Greenhaven run mostly with the stoner rock hordes, but they’re actually a lot more dynamic than your average bowlscraper, offering
up some desperately heavy motherfuckery that straddles arena-grunge and Southern dope-boogie with eazy, greazy grace. They’re like the white Danko Jones, or something. I am entirely unsure why these cats aren’t giants already. They certainly sound like mountain-eaters. Maybe it’s got something
to do with all the pot smoking. Anyway, here’s one of my faves from ‘em, “Flunky”. If you dig it, check them out at their website:

Stay rock.

- Classic Rock Magazine

"Respect thy rock and then fuck it all up!"

Excellent. Groovy stoner metal much like Monster Magnet and all its evil influencess. The vocals are of an addicting quality. Can’t quite pin who it reminds me of. All I know is that it’s good. Crazy thing is, these boys are out of Arizona. Last place I would have thought that these sleaze, booze masters would have been hailing from. I highly recommend this disk, especially if you are heading to the corner liquor store for a six pack o’ Schlitz (much like myself). Respect thy rock and then fuck it all up. Good words that I could imagine these guys follow by. Cheers.

Author: (scumbag) - Dirtculture

"Brawling Texan-style Riff n’ Roll"

Desert-sweating outlaws Greenhaven play brawling Texan-style riff n’ roll with a propulsive, elephant riding beat and lotsa slippery biker metal guitars. They’re actually from Phoenix, and I’m sure folks occasionally shoot a man just to watch him die in that town, too, but this just smells like something from the bowels of South Texas. It’s pure attitude and ego, with a strong, chest thumping vocal perf from Matt Strangeways and some clever rock n’ roll lyrics (Well, ok, maybe not “She’s got the stars in her eyes/I feel my temperature rise”, but “Propane and cocaine/I’ve rode more rails than a freight train” is pretty cool, no?) to back up the greasy fistfight rawk. Stylistically, I’d put ‘em somewhere between The Four Horsemen and Puny Human, only with a healthy dose of crunchy grunge tossed over the top. I dunno if their bass player Uncle Dave really has been arrested more times than Mark Farner, but it sure sounds like it here. “The Last Powerful Second” is a gleefully excessive throwback to the good ol’ daze of beltbuckle metal, and I fuckin’ LIKE it, man. And just like the good ol’ daze, Greenhaven don’t overstay their welcome. They bash out ten meaty tracks and then split, sparing us the extra half hour of filler. If only more bands stopped wasting my time with their half-baked bullshit, I wouldn’t be old and gray already. So thank you, Greenhaven. For everything.
- Sleazegrinder


“Southbound/Supernature” 7inch w/enhanced CD

“The Last Powerful Second” full length CD

"Waterloo", "Southbound", "Kitty Jo" and our cover of Van Halen's "Romeo Delight" have all received airplay.



Greenhaven was born in Phoenix, AZ in the year of Our Lord, 2001. The culmination of a year long quest to find the ideal band of brigands to bring one man's improbable visions of absurdity and recklessness to life. "I had only two requirements" says vocalist and founder Matt Strangwayes, "that they don't say nothin' to the cops, and that they rock with immeasurable vehemence." Strangwayes had been down this road before, having disbanded his previous outfit, former Pavement Music artists Windigo, only a year earlier. He constructed the bulk of his squad from the still-fresh remains of Phoenix stalwarts Love Not Human.

Drummer Bill Schumann was the perfect mix of Teutonic bombast with a Moonish disregard for etiquette. Jay Hofer seemed to be little more than a glue-burnt hood, but possessed the true soul of a guitar hotrod. All that was needed was someone to call down the thunder.

Many rumors had made the rounds about the man known only as "Uncle Dave." Some said he was dead, while others whispered of bizarre addictions and a lecherous past. Most, however, agreed that he was probably little more than a myth. None of that mattered to Strangwayes. For as he sat in that smoke filled cantina he had only one question for the shadowy figure across the table. "Who would win in a fight between The MC5 and Saxon?"

A new era in southwest musical culture had begun.