CORROSION OF CONFORMITY
Over 20 years in, Corrosion Of Conformity still defy attempts to easily brand them; at this point they’re simply a totem of righteous badassery. Still crafting their sludgy punk- metal with nary a fuck given, IX is a worthy addition to their impressive canon. From the Southern- tinged blues- metal swagger of “The Nectar” to the schizoid prog- punk of “Denmark Vesey’’( revealing DNA that went into Iceage and Fucked Up) they’re relentless. Elsewhere the prog flourishes of “Elphyn” will burn themselves into your weed- soaked couch. Importantly, “On Your Way” and “Tarquinius Superbus” – a pair of lessons in arse kicking that would give John McClane pause – prove anyone bemoaning the missing presence of Pepper Keenan is missing the point.