Labels: Monotreme
Review by: Alex Deller
Recklessly adding their sweaty bodies to the steaming throng of able instru-metallists, Stinking Lizaveta proudly belch up Caught Between Worlds, a sprawling Sabbath-meets-Don-Cab mix n’ match of grinding low-end clunks and thuds, trilling Eastern-flavoured licks and mumbling jazz-outs. The overriding vibe is one of a messy, basement-bound experiment that has breached the walls of its subterranean confines to stumble out, straggle-haired and wild-eyed into the unforgiving glare of daylight, proving their mettle (metal?) with the kind of tunes that could see them equally at home opening for Shellac as High on Fire. Running at over an hour it can prove something of an endurance test to digest in one sitting, but for those hooked on the likes of Foe or fancying a dirtier, heavier, less scripted version of the Fucking Champs, Stinking Lizaveta should pretty much fit the bill.