Javelina Javelina

Javelina Javelina
Fleshing out the doom-y groove metal category primarily inhabited by High On Fire for a time, Javelina reveals that while Matt Pike and crew have a pretty strong stranglehold on apocalyptic stoner metal, there’s still room for some more aggression, sloppiness and brutality. Taking subtle elements from black metal — if there are such things as "subtleties” with corpse paint-festooned goons — in terms of ravenous vocal approach, and laying them over galloping drum beats and coupling it with fuzzy, it-could-only-be-Orange-amplification guitar riffs, these nine bouts of fire and brimstone are as fatback, dishevelled and disgruntled as one could possibly imagine. It’s almost as if Buzzov*en drowned in a vat of Jack Daniels, were resuscitated by Satan and went back to their instruments without a change of clothes. Wait, didn’t they do that anyway? The ghosts of drug-addled Black Sabbath and Venom smile up from the deepest pit of Hell. (Translation Loss)