It's the TGLH you love, but now with 100% more mouth noises. If Arnold Swarzenegger had to record hardcore vocals that time in Total Recal when he got ejected onto the surface of Mars before it got an atmosphere, they would have sounded like this. Sorry for the spoiler from 1990, but that is how choice they are.
Favorite track: A Cult That Worships A God Of Death, Parts I-IV.
Oh yesssssssss this is my kind of band! This album is so good it's absolutely unbelievable and I can't believe how great every song sounds. I think I've found my new fave band,the guitar sound just rips like a buzzsaw then the clever quiet pieces are just so uplifting,these guys are absolute geniuses. Amazing album
Favorite track: Charging Bull.
A ship of unimaginable force crushes through waves of shattered glass and broken bones. As war horns beckon lightning through greyscale skies, a god marches towards the vessel through the fractured ocean with piranha teeth. The hulking figure whispers words of temptation, its hot breath booms towards the ship. A helmsman cries out in agony as he is torn apart by a psionic surge of stale meat. CEOs rejoice as the smell of destruction fills their pockets with simulated wealth. The god-being trudges ever forward toward the blight of humanity. A sailor takes hold of the steering wheel, his eyes flushed white with fear and ignorant hubris, righting the course towards inevitable decommission. The two forces smash into one another in a maelstrom of sharp, crackling death and detonation. In the wake of the action, a whirlpool fades into calm undulation. Pieces of woe become one: Wood, metal, ancient flesh, lightning, thunder and sorrow; sung by A Cult That Worships A God Of Death.
Invest in death, release your gods.
A Cult That Worships A God Of Death is TGLH’s latest gift to the world. Sonically, the band has created a mood maker that elicits feelings of positive dread and crushing momentum. TGLH have heightened their song writing prowess, with tight, rockin’, riff-laden tracks sprinkled with melodic tangents.
In a world of pick and play, ACTWAGOD plays as a cohesive album, seducing you to take the ride through the tracks. The album opens with the droning “Untitled”, a post-apocalyptic warning, the calm before the storm. The next four tracks blast forth with urgency, riffs piled high and plentiful with vicious vocals and bass-heavy, fuzzed up guitars and drums. The last three instrumental tracks close out the album with melodic gaze, bringing a chaotic yet soothing introspection. By the time you reach the final track, you’re frowning and banging your head, for what you just heard was nasty and delicious.
The amorphous musical giant known as The Grasshopper Lies Heavy defy typical categorization. The band explores varying
musical territories while maintaining a common thread: crushingly heavy wall-of-sound music; sometimes melodic, sometimes atonal, speaker shredding, enigmatic, and emotive....more
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By Paul Bunyan’s ginormous balls, this album is Nirvana’s Bleach after surviving a meth lab explosion. A disgusting mess, all blown out, a heap of still-smoking, twisted metal and caked with clumps of scorched crank and charred bits of flesh.