Sour Vein - self-titled

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"Sour Vein" reminds me of that movie, "Tetsuo-the Iron Man", where the Japanese guy wakes up to find a bunch of wires poking out of his cheek. He goes to the doctor who tells him, "Yes, you have a piece of metal stuck in your brain. It seems to have been artistically placed there." Later that afternoon, he's covered in chunks of iron and wads of steel wool. He frantically calls his mother, and the phone welds itself to his face. Then he goes on a Godzilla styled rampage and wrecks the city. This record is just like that, only they could call it, "Sour Vein-the Broken Bottles and Duct Tape Man". A rock n' roll nightmare, in other words. Fitful stabs at dirty southern metal groove are quickly swallowed up in a wash of Whiskey be-fouled sludge core, augmented by the incessant barking of an asthmatic two headed dog in a junkyard of despair and empty promises. Sour Vein remind me of self mutilating dope ghouls Buzzoven having a worse day than usual, which is saying a lot. Tie up and drop dead, because this is one unforgettable alcohol withdrawal opera for the dreadlocks- by -accident crowd. Jesus, my ears feel crusty.