The Inbreds
'Groove Drenched Warfare'

(Anticulture records)

MARK: 78/100



The 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.