Another ugly slab of sludge from Dry Cough Records, and you’ve gotta admit that this label definitely knows what’s what when it comes to sludge: no bounce, no joy and no humour, just pure spirit-murdering degradation. Feedback, misery and atonality reign supreme here, with each unkind riff slamming down like a shovel on the skull of someone or something you used to love. There’s not even a glimmer of light and that’s just fine – it’s like the good bad old days, when Bovine, Reservoir, Life Is Abuse and Pessimiser were flooding distro lists with absolute filth and, if you were lucky, the records you ordered came with razorblades.
