Published April 27, 2012
I do not demand 100% originality or wild surprises at every turn of a new album. Many original albums are intolerable, pretentious dog shit. Some bands’ influences are very easy to detect. Often it is their folly. That’s not the case here. Muck take established styles and sounds, run with them and make it their own with raging nuances and excitement that threatens to spill over. This is Slaves’ slam-dunk quality. Example: the band has lately been developing their love for twangy guitar sound. Here it’s twangy to the point that most bands and engineers would have said “dudes, that’s too much.” Not Muck. Muck’s devil-may-care attitude explodes with infectious, careless energy that’s hard to resist. I ran this shit by hardcore purists, connoisseurs of metal, d-beat and apocalyptically addicted crusties and most of them found something to write home about after getting hit over the head by ‘Slaves.’ Iceland’s extreme sector has the rest of the year to come up with a challenger to top this.