
INTERVIEW: Manos Six + The Muddy Devil
Without moonshine, nothing of these would be possible…hehehe…
Without moonshine, nothing of these would be possible…hehehe…
The first three songs wrap together like fingers into a fist to strike with thought-provoking potency. If they were a single, it should have been nominated for a Juno or a Pulitzer.
If I were to have more children (I’m not), bits of the album would probably be embedded in their DNA.
Perhaps we could call this atmospheric OSDM, but the atmosphere is one of blackest horror.
With veins of droning terror running throughout, The Wretched Sermon is a riff-filled manifestation of brutality.
As I sit here and listen to this masterpiece a bazillionth time, I realize I still have no idea how to write about it, but as they say, I’m willing to give it the old college try.
The grooving rhythms will have you bopping your head while you wait for the bartender to pour you another. Interesting riffs keep the party going, while you find yourself singing along with Father W’s strong clear voice throughout. Dead End is a party you don’t want to miss!
Basically take parts of those two bands, a little hardcore, a little jazz, the dissonant sensibilities of Diskord or Replicant and you might be in the right wheelhouse.
Death metal with a grindy sound, but not the grind speed. Nasty riffs that I’m pretty sure could actually cut you if you listen too closely. A nice mid-paced groove that gets the ole noggin’ banging. What’s not to like?
Pain and grief walk hand in hand to draw the listener deep into a shattered psyche. Swamp Suicide is an engrossing listen, rich in spirit, disturbing during a deep listen.