The nastiest, low-downest, shoot-the-hostages slab of dirty, howling death blues I’ve ever heard, and brother, I grew up in a bad neighborhood. Sioux City Pete and the boys rip through turgid tales of hillbilly murder and historical mayhem like some kinda rabid werewolf version of the Black Keys. They’re scary as fuck, and relentless in their pursuit of the darkest arts – cannibalism, necrophilia, even baby rapin’ is included on their list of bad obsessions here. Naturally, they’re from Iowa, a state that nobody except other Iowans know anything about. So, pretty much ANYTHING can happen there. It’s a fantastic gimmick for a band like this. I’m envisioning cornhusk Jesuses adorning the walls of their rehearsal space, in the basement of burned-out church where nobody ever goes anymore. Missing pets, dug-up bodies, strange lights in the night sky, the works. It all makes sense once you slap this one on and let demon-raising punk-blooze howlers like “Voodoo Motherfucker” (“Voodoo motherfucker, baby, I’ll cut your head right off”) and “Every Day I’m Dead” ruin your mood. “Necro Blues” is an awesome display of shameless death tripping.
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-Sleazegrinder