Weird, difficult avant-sludge that has come into this world unheralded but glorious and fully-formed. The whole deal is troublesome, made up of large gluey riffs, awkward angles and sprawling, drawn-out structures, with vocals that stumble from cracked croon to the sound of someone vomiting snakes. Initially Oxbow-meets-Toadliquor seems like a good description, but as things tumble forward you can also catch hints of Circus Lupus, Deadguy and early Melvins. While hardly user-friendly there’s something compelling about the whole ordeal, and by the end you’re left feeling puzzled, bruised and curiously, wonderfully elated.
