SUZUKITON
Service Repair Handbook Crucial Blast
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As far as I
can tell – and believe me when I say that the Suzukiton history is as
muddy and sloppy as the music they play – Service Repair Handbook is the
only album the band has recorded in its near 10 year stint as Virginia’s
kings of the slaughterhouse chop rock. Not only that, but it was recorded
in 2002, and the doom lovin’ sludge monkeys over at Crucial Blast have
finally seen fit to release it now. I don’t know, man, 10 years seems like
a long time to be playing any kind of music over and over again, but Suzukiton has been wallowing in this one serving of druggy, grinding,
instru-metal boogie, and you just know that it’s been weighing on them
like a bad demon. Which means it’s has to be authentic, because you don’t
play this bottom-of-the-barrel, backwoods, black-as-night thunder doom
unless you’re really feelin’ it, ya know? I figure it’s pretty much what
COC would sound like if they’d been standing in mud up to their waist and
playing “Bottom Feeder (El Que Come Abajo)” and nothing else for the last
five or six years while Weedeater and Fistula desperately tried to dig ‘em
out. It could also explain why Suzukiton has had eight different dudes
(one of ‘em being Alabama Thunderpussy drummer Bryan Cox) playing for
them. Soon or later, the swamp rises up and pulls you under. So trudge on,
if you’re rock enough.
As far as I
can tell – and believe me when I say that the Suzukiton history is as
muddy and sloppy as the music they play – Service Repair Handbook is the
only album the band has recorded in its near 10 year stint as Virginia’s
kings of the slaughterhouse chop rock. Not only that, but it was recorded
in 2002, and the doom lovin’ sludge monkeys over at Crucial Blast have
finally seen fit to release it now. I don’t know, man, 10 years seems like
a long time to be playing any kind of music over and over again, but Suzukiton has been wallowing in this one serving of druggy, grinding,
instru-metal boogie, and you just know that it’s been weighing on them
like a bad demon. Which means it’s has to be authentic, because you don’t
play this bottom-of-the-barrel, backwoods, black-as-night thunder doom
unless you’re really feelin’ it, ya know? I figure it’s pretty much what
COC would sound like if they’d been standing in mud up to their waist and
playing “Bottom Feeder (El Que Come Abajo)” and nothing else for the last
five or six years while Weedeater and Fistula desperately tried to dig ‘em
out. It could also explain why Suzukiton has had eight different dudes
(one of ‘em being Alabama Thunderpussy drummer Bryan Cox) playing for
them. Soon or later, the swamp rises up and pulls you under. So trudge on,
if you’re rock enough.