The trashcan obsessional

it’s bound to happen with the weather comin’ down in yee ol’ fist city.  dudes quit ridin’ and start clammerin’ up in the house.  instead of embellishing my roommates by watchin’ gossip girl, i’ve done holed myself up in my hovel of a room and strapped on some heaviness.  this time around, we’ve got cadaver in drag.  they’ve been knocking around tuneage/noise for the past couple years out of Kentucky.  mr. cope just threw this up on his album of the month club, so the vinyl is probably way gone. previous releases from these guys have been borederline knobs and berries. BUT JESUS DID THEY COME OUT OF THAT SLUMBER. whats we have here is some seriously heavy pysch. can’t really get too far deep into hyberbole about it cause this is just the type of downer album that needs to coat the bones personally. i’ll tip my cap and say that they’ve freaked me out with some amazing blend of extraneous noise/thuddin/ drummin/great riffage. praise be to allah and various milquetoasts!