I don’t know about you, but when I first heard this band’s hearty stew of Eyehategod’s misanthropic dope and whiskey fueled sludge, the doomy death metal stylings of Acts Of The Unspeakable-era Autopsy and Winter along with pinches of the old masters Saint Vitus and Candlemass, and a little bit of punky groove sensibility that gets the pit churning, I was sold. Japan’s own Coffins, perhaps one of the most weighty acts in the world, boasting three impossibly heavy LPs (the best and most varied of which being Buried Death) and a battalion of splits and EPs released in the Japanese metal underground, has been quite the coveted filth-encrusted gem for any fan of metal who actually likes it heavy. This being their fourth full-length, they’ve understandably got their work cut out for them in keeping people interested in their brand of merciless riffage from the deep, as this kind of aural assault can become wearisome in the wrong hands.Continue reading →