Southern sludge metal is just so damn comforting to me for some reason. It just feels like a security blanket or a nice plate of comfort food. I’m not sure if this is the purpose of southern sludge, but that’s the job it accomplishes for me.
This is my first exposure to Forming the Void and I’m quite happy that I’ve stumbled upon these Louisiana sludge merchants. This feels like an album that lands somewhere between the poles of All Them Witches and Crowbar. Heavier than the former, but more hook-laden and less depressive than the latter. I’m somewhat ashamed of myself for not finding these guys sooner seeing as though this is proper album number four for these guys. At any rate, the music is fuzzed and the vocals howl. This would be the perfect soundscape for a night out camping under the stars during a humid summer evening.
4 flip flops out of 5
DISPATCHES FROM THE VOID 