Produced by Machine, this is foul-smelling, ground-in-dirt anger at a chaotic and fucked-up world, tearing at everything in an attempt at purification.
Plodding nobly through doomy landscapes, evoking Trouble more than black metal or sludge. Broad strokes of guitar, with the mighty voice of Robert Lowe.
Part early Soundgarden howls, Monster Magnet psychedelic drone, and Clutch jam, but perhaps I’m just searching for something other than Sabbath to reference.