Ironically, Chat Pile saves some of its more straightforward sludge metal riffs for the last and longest track on God's Country.
Its power is found in the band’s ability to trap and pin you down to experience a place unholy – to transport you into their gnarled world that struggles to give way to its inevitable ruins.
Throughout God’s Country, they manage to access the universal through the tiny door of the specific, a mark of artistic maturity. It’s a harrowing statement of despair, but one I can’t stop listening to. AOTY contender.
I love albums like this. Albums that are indulged in depravity, that sell you on these awful experiences. It's like a Meat Canyon video in song form, but not played for laughs. It's fucked up, and I love it.
PURPLE MAN? SMOKING WEED? IN MY BEEDROM?
This is my 2nd Re-listen to this album and not only the album is extremely distorted and also so disgusting at the same time, this album is defo a masterpiece in the metal sphere.
One of the DIRTIEST album's I have heard yet. Like I was literally covered in mud and shit while listening to this record.
God's Country is a sludge metal album where it's themes and lyricism will question yourself heavily. The vocals sound like he's being murdered, the bass and guitar sound very "sludgy" and ugly, and the drums have an electronic industrial sound to it that makes the album sound even more haunted altogether. It's a pretty disturbing album that I can understand if ... read more
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