title says much about the South London's 6-piece's genre and attitude,
but let me add that they don't come on a Mustang from the desert of
Arizona or Nevada, even though they do sound more American than British;
secondly they've chosen a manga artwork that draws still more compliments
from me as it deals with an already mature band at its debut.
"Mutiny on My Mind" starts abruptly melting Superjoint
Ritual and Hardcore, and it adds a psychedelic Stoner break; the whole
song is engulfed in muddy sounds, also thanks to the fact they have
3 guitarists, but the Phil Anselmo-like voice is always plain, on balance.
A great beginning for "Itching for a Funeral", a sort
of groovy Sludge-core, followed by another highlight, "Demonicunt",
rife with stop 'n' goes on Crowbar's trail and concluded apocalyptically
like only the best Neurosis or Isis would be able to.
A suffering alternation of Down parts and other more fiery is the Corrosion
of Conformity-oriented "Webbed Feet and Moonshine",
while in "The Wifebeater" the vocals surmount Tom Araya
in brutality, skimming Crust-core territories; the guitars are Sludge
here but there's also room for a funeral bass intervention before the
sounds become raw again till the end of the song.
Stoner and Doom-core compound "Septic Angel", somehow
reminding me of bands such as Electric Wizard or Orange Goblin jamming
with the most rolling Entombed; the finalé is spiced by female
sighs and the Inbreds laughing, nevertheless things become a bit more
serious with "Night of the Living Inbreds"; this Stoner
metal composition contains a superb refrain, whereas some riffs are
supreme, others simply punishing.
Pissed and drunk, "Pocket Full of Mindfuck Drugs",
is the most Punk and British track, until a couple of crushing riffs
bring it back to the common trademark; this is definitely the most exhaustive
track of the tattooed pack. Finally, the long "Allah's War"
displays imperious drumming, a central slowdown of pure Doom, then Down
vocals to the closing crescendo of intensity.
An excellent first proof for the albionic band, or if you prefer less
formally, the right soundtrack for drunken parties, long trips by car,
shags or also bendings and other gym exercises. Of course at full volume.
MARKUS GANZHERRLICH - 12 Jan, 2005