Monday, 20 December 2010

Toadliquor - The Hortator's Lament (2003)

Having spent all weekend under the influence of illness, I have fallen back on my usual tactic of getting over any bug or virus. Its a very simple but effective policy. Bombard your insides with all manner of drugs and potions, watch horrible revenge films like The Horseman, Dead Mans Shoe's and The Embodiment Of Evil and listen to twisted, horrible music. Of which, Toadliquor is most certainly very horrible indeed. Eschewing the melodic aspect of a lot of other doom, these Californian oddballs instead layered so much filth and noise on top of the standard doom framework and in doing so created one of the most claustrophobic and horrible things ever, ( I usually hate using overly dramatic phrases but in the case of this its justified ) an album that makes you want to have a bath after its finished. You do feel like you have just been wading through some industrial quality sewage.

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