Labels: At War With False Noise – Lupus
Review by: Alex Deller
Sonically and socially, this record is an offence and an affront. It is an attack. A mauling. A kick in the egg sac just when you’d recovered from a previous rupture and thought you were safe. Drunk In Hell have been around for yonks but seem to have only just started actually releasing music so people can hear it in the relative comfort of their own homes rather than looking at them on a stage and being a bit afraid. Their song is some six minutes long and feels like a power drill is being plunged through the top of your skull, right at that point where your fontanelle used to be. Feedback whines. A beast roars. Riffs, if one can call them such, grate endlessly and atonally against each other until you’re screeching at your turntable, begging for everything to JUST STOP. Kilslug are old and were around for a while and then weren’t and now they’re back again. They’re the aural equivalent of a suggestive hipthrust from a greasy, potbellied man who’s lingering outside a service station at three in the morning and for some reason isn’t wearing a shirt, even though it’s November. Their Black Flaggath riffing is the embodiment of LURCH and the screeching, wheedling vocals make Doc Dart sound like a silver-tonsilled choirboy.
Needless to say, it’s all really rather splendid.