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LIMITED EDITION 500 ONLY BLACK VINYL LP WITH DOWNLOAD CODE. ALSO AVAILABLE IN A VERY LIMITED RUN OF PROMO CDR'S
LP Tracklisting B. Please Maintain (21:59)
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Sloath
are a sickly, unwholesome, long & short-haired five piece from the
south coast of England, brought together Although formed in the summer of 2007, two years later, the original line-up of Luke and Leon (guitars), Kai (vocals), Dave (drums) and Tom (bass) finally recorded this album of loud, slow and heavy music at Brighton Electric Studios, which is to become their debut release on the Riot Season label.
The
band has spent the last year touring up and down the UK & Europe,
sharing stages with the likes of Acid Mothers Temple, Burial Hex, Om and
White Mice, either delighting or tormenting unwary audiences with their
obnoxious yet soothing psychadelic performances that has rightly earned
them a
For fans of : Sleep, Harvey Milk, doom and sludge. Heavy riffage and deep vibrations
SLOATH
are:
REVIEWS
Here’s some really bloody amazing stoner rock shit from the sunny side of the UK. Sloath do that trick where they only use about two riffs per song, but the riffs they pick are better than 99% of the ones already out there. It’s deceptively simple, meandering along yet thunderous in its flattening power, with obscenely blown out distortion and indistinct howling deep in the mix. “Cane Trader” is the standout here. If I ever get to see them play that one live, I might just bang my head right off my shoulders. Three songs, forty minutes, get in COLLECTIVE ZINE Sloath exist in an ever-more-crowded, and increasingly tiresome corner of the musical world. They play crushing, sludgy heavy rock with the tempo turned down to a snail’s pace. As do many other bands. Crushing, sludgy, slow-tempo heavy rock is becoming the alternative band’s modus operandi du jour, because perhaps it’s the kind of music that’s often misconstrued as easy to make. It’s not, which is why so many bands fail at this stuff. Anybody can play a slow riff over and over, but not all can make doing so engaging, powerful and effective. Sloath get things pretty right on their self-titled debut album. Three tracks only, none less than ten minutes long, the last almost twenty. What they seem to have grasped is that when you’re making this kind of noise, it starkly exposes every element, and demands of the listener an appreciation of repetition that had damned well better get rewarded. So when writing about this it’s difficult to do much beyond pointing out some of the important turning points in each track: overall, this is an album of hard riffs, slow speeds and a seemingly non-shifting sensibility, but it’s surprisingly rich and crafted when pulled apart. ‘Black Hole’ blasts in with a full frequency wall of sound. Feedback curls and meaningless vocal wails are swallowed into long howls of guitar before a glass-shattering six-string scream cuts things to an abrupt end. ‘Cane Trader’ seems almost traditional at first – a circling riff with skittering drum patterns. Five minutes in, it begins to break things apart, with the introduction of dive-bombing guitar lines which drag the tune down into a deeper circle of noise. ‘Please Maintain’ begins as almost tender, with a sweet melody turning, through three notes, into a dark place. Echoes of plucked notes are warm and comforting. Around nine minutes in, the rug is pulled and things get ramped up, get more serious. Speakers can barely contain the squall of layers that are repeatedly added (one of which is almost a guitar solo, unwound to a tenth of normal playing speed). After seventeen minutes, we reach the other side of the storm, with shimmering echoes of cymbal gradually bringing the album to a close. The in-the-red fuzz sounds of a recording that can’t really handle the volume in the studio adds a certain physicality to the album – like it’s angrily contained within the silver disc, but bursting at its edge. DISKANT Sweet lysergic lord this shit is heavier than pig champion’s coffin. three tracks of tectonic plate shift articulated by ten legs of teetering thuggery. pushers of death-row inertia, of death-rattle anticipation. feels like the fear of falling, of collapse. let’s call it glacially paced, ponderous; rewarding patience with a warm bongwater bath; rewarding patience with zen frottage, rubbing gently, teasing. no rush, no race, no finish. just a continuum of juddering hypno-heaviness that moves me to a state beyond bliss, beyond beyond. a mesmeric thrall of repeato-riff, five chord progression. a relentless electric march into the viscous tar-black core of doom. primitive. elemental. unfurling and unfolding in skullshuddering sprawl. a relentless slo-mo binary vocal fug and percussive thud. a narcotic heart thumping in beat with theta waves of loping low-end buzz, synchronous with thick bloody blood through veins and arteries glooping right to my pleasure points. you’d do well to immerse yrself in this blackpsych ooze, this molasses morass of vibratory om. i’m waving. and drowning COWS ARE JUST FOOD Sloath's
self-titled debut fairs a little better for the Riot Season label than
Hey Colossus and the Van Halen Time Capsule, delivering a similarly
sludgy vision of the doom world, albeit performed with much more aplomb
and joie de vive. HELLRIDE MUSIC
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