As long as you’re in the mood for slow moving, down-tuned sludge-doom, you’ll do well with Damnweevil. These four lay into some fierce, almost Weedeater-worthy grooves throughout the seven tracks. They’ve got all the prerequisites for the genre – thick guitars, a thicker rhythm section, and some evil bellowing courtesy of Demby. Oh, and some cough syrup-sick riffs. Brutal and heavy stuff indeed.
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Listening to this one isn’t so much torture as it is a slow, methodical mindfuck – but in a good way. It’s the kind of music that makes you want to pull your hair out just for the sheer pleasure of the pain. The only problem with that is that it means you either have to listen in moderation or shave your head.
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Damnyoureheavy...hahaha...yes these guys from Oakland laying down some serious Sludge...raw and filthy how it should be. I read some reviews about these four guys and most of them were positive...some of them said they´re Stoner...some said that Damnweevil is Doom...well, I say it´s Sludge in the vein of Weedeater, early BeatenBackToPure and Budjunkies with a pretty cool whiskeysoaked vocals. I really dig the fat and really slow riffing on this CD...this stuff tortures your speakers to the max and after a while you will find yourself headbangin´...no wonder...cause this is damnevilmusic....if you like Sludge...Damnweevil should be your next buy...highly recommended and damniamthursty now.

rating: 7 out of 7
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A big, nasty heap of blackened puke-doom from these Oakland based bruisers. Damnweevil consists of ex Secret Order of Tusk,  Greenhouse Effect, and Gammera dudes, which would lead you to believe this is gonna be some kinda easy, breezy stoner rock trip with groove-y guitars and all that bullshit, but forget it, Jack, this is a full-on tree rape, a guttural howl of death from the bottom of a muddy pit, a stab into the darkest heart of apocalyptic, sub-Sabbath sludge. I couldnt really tell the difference between headache-makers like Hippy Fucking Christ and Salt on Wound on first pass, and to be honest, I dont even wanna go back there to find out. Its scary back there. Pretty merciless stuff, well-suited for the battered, bloody rebel ears of the stoner crust crowd. Civilians, on the other hand, will most likely want to run for ze hills.
-Sleazegrinder
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