This is the first thing I’ve heard by Gasp, and I don’t know whether I actually have the courage to hear more despite being reliably informed that their LP on Slap A Ham is quite monumental. Their racket veers fluidly from sludge to screamed grind to odd, unpleasant ambient parts with no warning as to what may come next. Example: a brief moment of respite descends into off-key piano notes and what may well be the dirty buzzing of flies. Ugh. Disgusting, yet strangely compelling.
Then there’s Noothgrush, and I really do love these folks. They play the bitter antithesis to sunshine stoner rock, reminding one and all that not all drugs are friendly. They’re definitely on an Eyehategod tip, but with a thicker, less damaged sound. Lovely.
So yeah, this whole thing just rocks, plain and simple. Just don’t fall asleep to the Gasp side unless you want some particularly rancid nightmares…