Sloks Viper LP
Some nasty garage work from Italy here on the new SLOKS LP. With distorted stomp and insidious groove, these veteran rockers cast quite a spell, swinging from hypnotic psych dirges to swampy voodoo jump as if compelled by Old Scratch himself. The gravel-throated carnival barker of a vocalist injects just the right dose of 1950s camp into the proceedings to make it suitable for inclusion on a John Waters film soundtrack, but it’s too powerfully raw to be mistaken as dopey cosplay—this here is real rock’n’roll, a blackened kind of blues with a rugged punk soul, filtered through able hands and killer instincts. Recommended for those who are comfortable in the dark.