Mountain Cult

***“Fractured, drugged-out, blues-y, negative rock” according to our friends at Permanent, “Sliming its oozing wounds through the filth-filled streets…. Eight dirges of loose and lice-infested, bum-out punk with caveman trashcan thud drumming, syrupy bass groove, tattered guitar ramblings and moaned vocals that sound as if they were sung from behind a ball gag. Grimy and grim…,” with enough hazy stumble to keeps it all coagulated and alive. “A wonderful pile of rock’n’ roll mush,” says YellowGreenRed. “The bassist is the only one who seems to keep a beat…. [T]he drummer rarely uses two sticks at a time, just kinda smacking his kit when he feels like it. And don’t even get me started on the guitarist … if any actual notes are ever played, it’s accidental.” Edition of 300.