Labels: Hydra Head
Review by: Alex Deller
Simple sounds from a group of dirty-fingered Southern motherfucks who probably spend too much time drinking strong liquor and eating alligator meat. Less of the knuckledragging sludge of earlier days, and more emphasis on rolling stoner riffs, but if they’ve managed to pull themselves out of the sewer it was only to fall facedown into the gutter and piss their pants. Sabbath, turpentine, shrieks of feedback and Eyehategod busting your fucking chops at 3am because you didn’t have any skag to sell them. Hunchbacked, abscess-ridden songs that could well be the soundtrack to waking up in some wooden shack with a sticky yellow bib of sick plastered across your chest and a dead baby gathering flies in the next room.