HOLLOW LEG

Civilizations

ARGONAUTA Sludge-laden Floridians get swamped by their forebears

Hollow Leg’s sludge/stoner doom might go down well in a piss-stained pub on a Friday night, but on record, the four-piece are an ineffective mélange of basic tropes. They want to bring the gravitas of Crowbar, the raging fury of High On Fire and the groove’n’grit of Corrosion Of Conformity, yet haven’t the songwriting skills to balance any of those influences or reach anywhere near their levels of ingenuity. The bubbling Geezer Butler-indebted basslines are easily the most interesting part of their sound, and despite an inability to craft engaging hooks, Scott Angelacos has a gnarly roar. But the riffs and rhythms, are tediously uninventive, and the leads range from serviceable to ill-fitting – particularly the post-rock phrasing on

Mountains Of Stone and the

wet ballad Black Moon.

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FOR FANS OF: High On Fire, Crowbar, Corrosion Of Conformity