The youth of today, eh? With tracks titled such things as Into The Abysmal Future, Become Joyless and State Of Constant Slumber, it’s a safe bet that these four young depressionauts aren’t the jolliest fellows to have ever hailed from Yorkshire.
South Yorkshire sludgers enter a yawning chasm of the soul
And long may their worldview remain bleak, as on the strength of Dormiveglia (the Italian for half-asleep/half-awake) and its eight raw, sludgy, riff-abundant dirges, the quartet have a bright (dark?) future ahead of them.
Their sound owes as much to mid-era Neurosis and Coffinworm as it does, in a slight but distinct way, to Melvins circa Bullhead, while they clearly know their way around a neck-snapping, retina-detaching mosh-ready riff too.
Opener Into The Abysmal Future thrusts with a pulverising and as accessibly off-kilter riff in its final third as you’re likely to hear and live to tell of, while closer Morgue melds the same spiky, jabbing riffs with a dirge so brutal and painfully awash in feedback it’ll spoil your whole week. It really is grim up North.