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 Ex-hardcore
and industrial dudes from
Albany
bake their necks in the hot sun for awhile and emerge as Southern-fried
riff n’ rollers in the oft-tapped COC/BLS vein. You know the drill by now:
heavy Sabbath guitars with a hint of Skynrd twang and redneck overlord vox
bellowing about vaguely Biblical bites in the ass. The good news is that
the twin guitars (courtesy Mike Maney and Jason Sunkes) are devastatingly
effective, like two 18-foot pythons twisting around one another in some
kinda dusty desert death ritual, and Daniel Dinsmore’s drumming is a
demonic freight train belching smoke and thunder. No doubt about it, this
band rocks like a pack of Hells Angels with nothin’ but some pool cues and
half a dozen hippies to keep ‘em busy. The only so-so news is that this
genre’s been picked pretty clean at this point, which means that “Sin
Eater” serves as a swell stop-gap between the next Isabelle’s Gift and
Brand New Sin records, but doesn’t really open it’s engine up enough to
carve out it’s own niche. It’s close enough for rock n’ roll, though.
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