A big, nasty heap of blackened puke-doom from these Oakland based bruisers. Damnweevil consists of ex Secret Order of Tusk, Greenhouse Effect, and Gammera dudes, which would lead you to believe this is gonna be some kinda easy, breezy stoner rock trip with groove-y guitars and all that bullshit, but forget it, Jack, this is a full-on tree rape, a guttural howl of death from the bottom of a muddy pit, a stab into the darkest heart of apocalyptic, sub-Sabbath sludge. I couldn’t really tell the difference between headache-makers like “Hippy Fucking Christ” and “Salt on Wound” on first pass, and to be honest, I don’t even wanna go back there to find out. It’s scary back there. Pretty merciless stuff, well-suited for the battered, bloody rebel ears of the stoner crust crowd. Civilians, on the other hand, will most likely want to run for ze hills. __________________________________________________

-Sleazegrinder