A gem of a record this, Grotus somewhere between a hellish Corrosion Of Conformity, some bleak and nightmarish industrial rock, a mutant Metallica, yet with the eerie variation of say Faith No More, a violent grunge and the clanking Consolidated. Somewhat of a cult band who should've been bigger. A weird kaleidoscope of creeping images, heavy riffage, odd samples, catchy tunes, the sneering vocals of Lars Fox, a drug-induced panic attack from San Francisco that grooves and yet collides with the planet just like the sweeping doomy grooves of Trouble and the likes. Grotus belong in that remote cave inhabited by the likes of Cop Shoot Cop who invent their own sound and yet still have a resemblance to many others acts, without ever once becoming a known quanity. The mystery here is the brooding drums of of Boyd, the groaning guitars and the reek of sarcasm as society gets whip lashed time and time again by this freakish record. If anything, Grotus would appear more comfortable alongside the morbid stirrings of Celtic Frost, particularly 'Into The Pandemonium', as there are almost danceable tracks here, yet each being weighed down by a degree of oppression and grime.
Well worth seeking out, a refreshing experience for those after something engrossing, strange, yet heavy all the same.
8/10
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