Now there’s a band name only a mother could love. The album art is equally upsetting, being a vivid oil-based painting of a crusty scab. The music herein is mostly of the sludge variety with some unexpected violin-focused interludes that give some much needed dynamism to this formula. It was neurosis that made the genre interesting and their output is so sporadic I find myself trying a bunch of sludge looking for the spirit of neurosis, but giving up rather quickly. Weeping Sores is trying their level best to make sludge interesting with wandering low gain passages winding their way to remarkably memorable subterranean places. This is the debut full-length from Weeping Sores and I hope there’s more to come.
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