The Fucking Wrath

Montalvo, CA’s the Fucking Wrath would love to be likened to Black Sabbath and early Metallica, but those comparisons fall far flat of the, er, fucking wrath that bellows out of this mere power trio. Listening to debut effort Season Of Evil reveals more of a kinship with the likes of Discharge’s dirty angst, the thunderous low end of Entombed’s Left Hand Path and a general build-up of bile and frustration that’s all their own. Still, they know when to pull back and let a simplistic riff rock without losing steam. Despite an obvious love for heavy metal’s progenitors, the Fucking Wrath have manipulated their music into sounding like Cursed’s uglier, seedier and more hyperactive brother. Where that band are like bathing in an oil pit though, this feels like exfoliating aural cavities with the rocks found beneath the sludge.