Labels: molsook
Review by: Alex Deller
Guess this is where a chunk of today’s DIY folk seem to be heading right now: back to the early 90s for sweet, sweaty doses of dirging, backwoods sludge punk that references Tad, the Melvins and pre-Butch Vig Nirvana. Over the course of five lengthy tracks uneasy, furrow-browed riffs are crudely manhandled, gluey basslines wrassled to the floor and drums pounded to powder while vocals puncture the grimy fug with squawking, incredulous yawps that sound like the singer’s been rudely beaten awake mid-nightmare. Winning out are last two tracks “Love” and “Oxbow,” each weighing in at just shy of ten minutes and pummelling away with staggering, Karpish insistence until the bitter and bloody end.