Labels: self released
Review by: Kunal Nandi
Like fellow Belgians Blutch, Ultraphallus have an odd way of going about making stoner rock albums. Employing quite a bit of heads-down, quasi-industrial Melvins chug melded to dense, discordant hardcore riffing, they also like to go all esoteric on you with real nice build-ups to strange atmospheres, with plenty of wonky experimentalism and Kraut-y repetition alongside the crushing bits. The vocals are pleasantly unexpected for this style too, singing actual melodies at times, howling in a weird way when not, and whispering during the rest.