As
oppressive as a facehugger and just as cinematic, the latest two-ton
pressure drop from Boston’s own suneaters Great Day for Up rolls along
like a 70’s splatter flick shot in the baking hot deep south, a relentless
stalk and slash of booming doom-rock and mudslide dope n’ roll. Tracks
like the sneering “Another Lesson” and the super-stoner “Man’s Ruin” roll
out like hot, steaming gutpiles, cut fresh from a still-twitching carcass
by some fur-covered fucker named Moondog in his make-shift doublewide
slaughterhouse. I suppose Chicago misery-metal legends Trouble had a lot
to do with the making of this record, but GDFU sure ain’t running to no
light here. Nope, our hometown brawlers are in it strictly for the
thrill-kill and the long, lingering looks of horror as the last hope for
help blinks out on the horizon. The Evil Dead homage on the cover says it
all, Ash. Mess with GDFU, and you will most definitely by dead by dawn.
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As
oppressive as a facehugger and just as cinematic, the latest two-ton
pressure drop from Boston’s own suneaters Great Day for Up rolls along
like a 70’s splatter flick shot in the baking hot deep south, a relentless
stalk and slash of booming doom-rock and mudslide dope n’ roll. Tracks
like the sneering “Another Lesson” and the super-stoner “Man’s Ruin” roll
out like hot, steaming gutpiles, cut fresh from a still-twitching carcass
by some fur-covered fucker named Moondog in his make-shift doublewide
slaughterhouse. I suppose Chicago misery-metal legends Trouble had a lot
to do with the making of this record, but GDFU sure ain’t running to no
light here. Nope, our hometown brawlers are in it strictly for the
thrill-kill and the long, lingering looks of horror as the last hope for
help blinks out on the horizon. The Evil Dead homage on the cover says it
all, Ash. Mess with GDFU, and you will most definitely by dead by dawn.