BLESSING THE HOGS The Twelve
Gauge Solution Goodfellow ________________________________________________________
Ok, so Frisco ain’t Georgia (‘cept maybe for a
few blocks) but sundazed hellriders Blessing the Hogs certainly sully
forth in classic Suthin’ grind/crust/dreadlock-dopefuck doompunk noise
metal fashion. Brutal, bass-heavy, and thrashing itself into bloody
shreds, “Twelve Gauge Solution” is an ugly bruise of a record, a downward
spiraling descent into gastric distress and migraine headaches that
doesn’t let up until you’re half-drowned in it’s excessive, sub-Neurosis
misery. Obviously, this is not a hit collection, but “Hogleg” is almost
commercial in it’s stomping, thugpunk Pantera-ness, and “That New Car
Smell” is very nearly catchy, in an extreme-metal-meets-stoner-mud kinda
way. Mostly, tho, it’s one long grudge fuck, the perfect soundtrack for
tying a litter of puppies in a big sack and then beating them to death
with a baseball bat. Not that I’m suggesting anything.
Ok, so Frisco ain’t Georgia (‘cept maybe for a
few blocks) but sundazed hellriders Blessing the Hogs certainly sully
forth in classic Suthin’ grind/crust/dreadlock-dopefuck doompunk noise
metal fashion. Brutal, bass-heavy, and thrashing itself into bloody
shreds, “Twelve Gauge Solution” is an ugly bruise of a record, a downward
spiraling descent into gastric distress and migraine headaches that
doesn’t let up until you’re half-drowned in it’s excessive, sub-Neurosis
misery. Obviously, this is not a hit collection, but “Hogleg” is almost
commercial in it’s stomping, thugpunk Pantera-ness, and “That New Car
Smell” is very nearly catchy, in an extreme-metal-meets-stoner-mud kinda
way. Mostly, tho, it’s one long grudge fuck, the perfect soundtrack for
tying a litter of puppies in a big sack and then beating them to death
with a baseball bat. Not that I’m suggesting anything.