BLACK TUSK

TCBT Sea­son OF Mist An en­gine-wreck­ing riff-fest from the Sa­van­nah bad­lands

Metal Hammer (UK) - - Reviews | Albums. Lives. Merch. - STEPHEN HILL

They might be one of the more mod­est mem­bers of the Sa­van­nah, Ge­or­gia mid-00s sludge boom, but Black Tusk have al­ways been one of its most ex­treme ex­po­nents. This sixth al­bum is like an au­ral rep­re­sen­ta­tion of a Mad Max chase through the desert: wild, vi­o­lent, scald­ing hot and like it could all come crash­ing down around you at any mo­ment. It’s cer­tainly not any­thing ground­break­ing for Black Tusk, but when the riff on al­bum closer Burn The Stars goes from a rev of the en­gine to a fullthrot­tled jack­ham­mer it’s hard not to feel it deep in your loins. With very few sonic de­vi­a­tions from sludgy pound­ings, TCBT is slightly wear­ing at 42 min­utes long, but if you can keep pace with it then you’ll have a ri­otous good time with Black Tusk once again. FOR FANS OF: KYLESA, RED FANG, HIGH ON FIRE

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