Weedeater - Sixteen Tons

Ain’t nobody like this band. Heavy doom-metal, musically like Black Sabbath should have sounded, had they not been overproduced. Vocally, the singer sound like he gargles a mixture of battery acid and embalming fluid, but it works in this context. But the audio is only half the experience of this band. You gotta see ‘em live. I saw them in DC not too long ago, and they were described by Yanni of Stinking Lizaveta, who they were touring with, as “authentic.” Now I’m not completely sure what Authentic implies exactly, but with the scraggly beard, the offset trucker’s hat, the completely possessed look in his eyes and the intensity that inhabited his performance, when he got to the chorus of “God Luck and Good Speed,” (not on this album) I was convinced. They’re from the Carolinas. Google them well, cause guys this real don’t tend to update their MySpace very often.

Here’s God Luck and Good Speed, which isn’t on this album. Or any other. Sue me.

Author: listener | Category: Music Reviews | June 2007