The Obsessed, along with St Vitus (hell, they do feature the same singer!), Trouble and a handful of others, took the sincere darkness of Sabbath and tried to make it their own. Although Sabbath were never to be equalled, it was just great hearing these veterans churning out their brand of doom 'n' roll, licking their lips at Motorhead and greasy punk, as well as creating black holes of chaos. Idiots call this type of music 'stoner rock' nowadays, but that's a bullshit tag, this is black rock 'n' roll, heavy riffs, Wino at the helm, steering this aged ship into even oilier waters. You can hear the bass reverberate through the rafters, no thrills in a way, just pure garage doom, and that's all you want, after all, Cathedral have already done the imagery to death, we don't needs heaps of phantasmagoria poured upon our very souls. Sabbath grew their immense machine from the West Midlands smoked landscapes, bands such as The Obsessed have spewed out their leather drool from the grim backstreets and gutter bars of the US. Nothing fake here, just bone crunching metal that doesn't want to boogie, cos' all it wants is rain and misery.
7/10
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