BLÜDWYRM (SLUDGE/DOOM, REVIEW) - THE BLISSFUL SLEEP OF IGNORANCE (RELEASE JUNE 5TH, ROAD TO MASOCHIST)
So, Bog was sat around on the bog bike wondering what to do, he’d just behaved normally on the previous review, and he needed to hear something to get that muck mongrel blood pumping through his veins, alleyway rat style, but then, the bog spat BLÜDWYRM , and Bog’s face gasped with joy. 1. Preacher Of My Own Demise is the opening track with a thick fat ass riff like a brick necklace, pulling someone down to the earth. The signature riff is suffocating, oppressive, and sucks the air out of the room. Wonderful announcement to say it’s nasty ass music time and Bog jumped around in the bog splashing puddles of chemical dirt everywhere. 2.26 mins has a vocal drop to be joined by a drum drop around 2.29 mins to take us into a riff, which shatters, completely shatters. It’s the kind of villainous riff that Bog would find motivating at slimming club when some frustrated f*cked off Nana cuts into a cake and says ‘This is how much you need to lose this week , if you still want your shit...