Zeppheroin - Methadone Jesus (2014)
From the first distorted notes,
Zeppheroin's latest album drips grimy doom, like something you might
find oozing from the walls of an asylum's basement. From the sound
of things, that might be where they recorded the album, as there's a
distinct rough edge to the production work, though it by no means
blunts the band's efforts; on the contrary, it tends to add a
claustrophobic feel to the echoing reverb and massive growls from the
bass, while the percussion slides in on an almost subliminal level.
I say band, but it should be noted that everything you'll hear on
this album was the work of one man, Tony Maim, who gelled it all
together with a sticky tar coating that works so well you'll want to
scrub your ears clean after listening.
For all the 'tie it to a brick and toss
it in the river' heaviness throughout the proceedings, Zeppheroin's
more than capable of pulling out a ripping guitar passage when
wanted, serving as a sort of analogue to psychotic breaks or
something along those lines. Whatever it is, it's downright filthy,
sludgy stuff with a low-nonsense approach to accepting doom in your
life; as he notes in the notes, “no mention of the occult or
burning witches – is it still Doom?” The answer is an definite
yes, with hope audibly absent from the experience. Throw yourself
down a flight of stairs, get a painkiller prescription, and then
blare this as loud as your senses can stand; your neighbors might not
appreciate it, but your ears should.
~ Gabriel
For Fans Of; EyeHateGod,
Ramesses, Dopelord, Windhand, Uncle Acid
~
