Hailing from the deep South, it's south of the border terror of the worst kind -- nearly Black borderline Death in disguise, "Of Wall," "Dirt Clot," "Salt Lick." imagine your worst nightmare, waking up, doesn't go away, your thoughts turn dark, your heart beats faster, suddenly you draw your last breath, and there's King Neptune jabbing you in the ribs, offering his tail as he guides you into the blackest forever.

Sick riffing and pure sludge in the finest swamp- dwelling tradition, the music, loosely termed, loud, lowly ground, little variation, mortar to pestle action, and much like an unceremonious human burial, the locusts will have their feast. Sofa King Killer right out of the bowels of the wild West, run roughshod over the Sabbath stones. A catchy, standout -- "Take Me Up On That," first tune of the seven offered, but the vocals are completely buried into the ground. There's little use for them anyway, but overall the recording's God-awful even considering we're doomed and damned for all eternity. "So Was Red," is pure dread, gruff vocals beyond the bounds of human decency -- Sometimes trudging on all out noise, if this is how the South might look if it did indeed rise again, send it straight back... this is downright nasty.

"Cajun Lady" is a ninety second throwaway instrumental but a good lead to "Fearless Shadow," easily the best of the lot -- quickened pulse, hammering riffs, pounding fury -- a Devilish romp through the dusty old town of Dry Gulch -- there ain't a drop left cuz these bastards drank it all and spat it out while they played -- at least I'd assume as much from the last tune.

"Backdoor Thang's" another bullet in the chamber, I like the groove to this one, but I'm gonna be real careful before I start throwing some of these retro-fitted Stoner style acts around for reference. Both these bands are way more brutal and built more from the many spare parts from the mammoth Sabbath machine. Also goes down hard with Electric Funeral, Sloth, Angel Rot, Venom, Eyehategod, and those forbearers of black cloud cover and rain over a beautiful spring day types.

Vile, vulgar and loathsome, note for note, song for song, an imaginative Hell over an edge of sanity, on both counts, that'll warm your heart, put a hole in your head, then gallop over your still writhing body as they ride off into the distance. Their shared cover features plenty o' indigestible illustrative nuggets to adorn every dark and sadly disfigured angle. sleep well pilgrim.