Floydsworth

BSSM (bad sex sludge metal)

redundancy turned what could be a fierce bird of prey into one bloated chicken's flight. Couple of good tracks and ideas, utterly lost in a sea of repetitive riffs and lyrics; heavyness so very tameable by the ears over the offered time

Crunchy, delicious.

I understand the appeal of monotony/repetitiveness, but it does have a downside when it dwells in tameness and inertia – that's just a waste of time –; this is what happens during some unnecessarily lenghty sections of Absolutego. Still, Boris' first LP presents the overall structure and shows glimpses of what would actually end up being a truely relentless act of drone music – they were still in their chrysalis here.