Greber occupy an enjoyably odd no man’s land: kinda sludge, kinda noise-rock, kinda grind but not really any of these things. Ugly and upended, their music clanks and whirrs and gurns, with thunderclap percussion hammering down around basslines that variously stab, lunge and groove. Melody occasionally creeps in (‘Larkinitis’) and an appreciation of space is also in evidence (‘Dark Corners’), but more often than not the rumbles ‘n’ roars just do their best to coil around your quivering frame and crush the breath from your lungs. If you like Keelhaul, or the idea of Toadliquor jamming with MITB, you’ll like this. It’s a niche sound for sure, but one that should make a very select circle of freaks rather happy.
