Let it rip! Here is a band with an album in front of us that from the looks of it has several odds stacked against it from appearance. Not only is the band name, well, already another spoken for band's name, but the album title lacks proper grammar along with orginality. Will there be any authenticity upon unraveling this 2011 release on PsycheDOOMelic Records? You bet your shaved, virgin, leather, straddled, spanked, doomed ass there is! This album is what modern day Doom Metal is meant to mold into with withering, vocal fades, trickling tripped-out Doom solo leads, lyrics with an edge of sorrow so deep it was mustered up with the strength of pure iron muscle chords to power the entire album through what might appear as a heartbreaking, economical Depression of Murderkults, snakes and Leadcatchers. Pure-bred American Doomage in the making right before our eyes of the cover of Leather Nun America book. Vocals are somewhat tricked -out and trampled the hell out of by hooves of apocalyptic horsemen, but harrowing enough to scare a corrupt, Catholic school girl straight in her penny loafers.. These fellas certainly weren't bottle-feeding yesterday, and the hard knocks they learned along the way on previous albums, such as, Absence Of Light and All Your Kin reflects in their album producing arena on a multi-faceted, notch & level, but without the fancy pitch and various pedals and knobs, where will it leave this band standing live on stage without the glitz and glamour of a recording studio? In my personal findings it takes a lot of balls to stand on stage with a rare, negative no-bullshit recorded Doom bloodtype metal, and man up to the positive honesty of a hollowed, muffled live metal mix where timing and stage persona are essential and Leather Nun America (Maryland members and non) can do this with fortitude yet could use some shots of tequila and mesacaline to expand their creative minds and heat up the seats under their Satanic bible studies with or without an audience present. Looks dont get you anywhere with this album but their hands, feet and metal get you far and high.
-HIGHWAY POET