Why do I feel like my brain is sliding down into a river of rotting emotions & putrid sounds? Maybe it’s because Leechmilk is swimming in & out of my ears. This now defunct Atlanta band released a superdelic dose of blackened sludge called Starvation of Locusts in 2000. Leechmilk played grinding, filthy, grimy, depressing, angry, raw sludge & they give me the fix of hate I need. Leechmilk were the right amount of crusty punk venom & also pounded skulls with their heavy wall doom. On the real, their vocalist was just filled with blackened conviction & delivered each word with the power of a death blow. I also really dig Leechmilk’s use of vocal samples – they only add to the deranged vibe. Leechmilk’s music gets into your veins & gives your body a dose of slowed-down chaos that will shatter your spine. They were the bastard cousins of Buzzov-en and spoke to the generation of dirge. Every song on Starvation of Locusts is a murder sludge anthem. So if you want some blackened & happy filth in your life, find this record.
Leechmilk : The Garrote
Leechmilk : Whiskey Nipple
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