Nov 22, 2017

There is a dark and creepy side to the South that really appeals to me, the South that Nick Cave wrote about in And the Ass Saw the Angel, the South where all is choked by kudzu and bugs and decay, hinting at the death of all things. Durham, North Carolina’s Wailin Storms channel that creepiness magnificently. They describe themselves as “a mix of doom-punk and swampy rock,” with vocals “reminiscent of… Howlin’ Wolf and Samhain”: bullseye! It’s like listening to November Coming Fire-era Samhain while eating a bowl of shrimp and grits. This was a great record for me: eerie, dark, and bloated like a rotting corpse or a revenant on the prowl. –The Lord Kveldulfr (Antena Krzyku)