Blacktusk
Taste the Sin
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Beastly Georgian trio, Blacktusk, bring hell’s hammers down heavy on their sophomore effort, Taste the Sin, like they’re taking out a whole bushel of rotten peaches in one abominable swing, splattering black juice and insidious worms all over the goddamn place. Baizley wrapped and disastrously brackish, Taste the Sin picks up where ‘08’s debut, Passage Through Purgatory, left off by heaping a whole mess of redneck rage onto the sludge metal artistry of bands like Baroness and Torche. The angry, pounding riffs burn like fire on the surface of an oily swamp and every one of the album’s 11 songs seethe and foam like acid on an open wound. Imagine the Cancer Bats with longer teeth or Zoroaster with shorter songs and you’ve got the Southern stoner death thrash of Blacktusk.

Note: I’ve seen the band’s name written several different ways, including Black Tusk and BlackTusk, but I have opted for Blacktusk. If any of the fellas in the band would like to offer up the official spelling of the band’s name, please drop me a line. Until then, I will stick with the one word, lower case ‘t’ version. For better or worse.

Listen to “Snake Charmer” from Taste the Sin!

Bastard Child Death Cult
Year Zero
Stereo Dynamite

The whole country’s gone MAD, gripped with some kind of interminable, back-breaking FEAR. The pigs have struck. The future is BLEAK. Everyone’s afraid to get out of bed in the morning and the person next to you on the street corner will claw at your throat with unnerving FURY if you should even so much as cough in their general direction. It’s everyone for themselves and it’s HEINOUS. There’s no vaccine for that kind of lawlessness and DOOM. But there is a soundtrack.

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