Tuesday, January 27, 2009

ROT GUT LIKKER - Uncle Satan's Straight Whiskey CD review


ROT GUT LIKKER - Uncle Satan's Straight Whiskey CD
Self Released

The Scumfeast Metal crew were in attendance one night in Fayetteville, NC (aka: Fayette-Nam) to see our friends ANTISEEN put on another kick ass showing of Destructo Rock. Little did we know that the highlight of the damm evening was going to come from one of the opening bands, ROT GUT LIKKER. James At 15, zombie movie actor & singer for the band KNOWLEDGE IS FOR FOOLS and I were up front. He turned to me, throws up the horned fist and screams, "these guys are fuckin great, Old School Thrash!" I couldn't agree more and even better is that this CD sounds pretty close to what we witnessed on stage that night. Yeah there's alot of Thrash in their sound plus healthy doses of Hardcore and Southern Rock. Typically in the South those three musical elements are a prescription for another PANTERA wannabe. In the past the kids in trailer parks used to learn to walk by watching chickens but nowadays it's listening to Metalcore "breakdowns". Thankfully ROT GUT LIKKER used the chickens in a ritual sacrifice and then kicked the shit out of the Metalcore kiddies.

After the Southern Pride of the opening intro, "Stars N Bars Forever", Uncle Satan's Straight Whiskey turns into a dual guitar assault and battery. There's more soloing on this dink than you'd hear during a week long stint at a guitar store. The difference being this shit rips flesh from your bored out hide. Plus this invokes images of a drunk Satan torturing another guitar store geek who dared to play (Choose One: "Freebird", "Stairway to Heaven" or "Sunshine of Your Love") one more time. My memory is not what it once was, because I drink. But for the life of me I can't think of an actual Southern Fried Thrash band. And don't even try to toss out COC as a reference. I knew those guys and the Confederate flag to them was like sunlight to Dracula. ROT GUT LIKKER revel in the idea of being Southern and scare Baptists with screams of "Hail Satan". The actual opening cut on here is "Start The Show" which should mean start the fuckin pit! This is followed by "Kidney Killer", a song that opens with a face peeling guitar solo. Also I need to mention that the vocals on here are harsh screamed. Or in other words Daugherty, guitarist/vocalist, sounds like a pterodactyl after smoking a carton of Lucky Strikes and downing a jug of some Johnston County shine. It's really evident on the cut "Southern Justice" which contains a hint of BLACKFOOT and it's about as true Southern Rock as ROT GUT LIKKER gets on this dink, with the exception of three short guitar interludes which break up the cuts. Cause from there this thing takes off like a bar room brawl.

While "I Don't Give A Shit" is blasting I'm picturing bottles flying, bloodied bodies and these guys playing on through the chaos their music has created. "Grudge Fuck" and "Shitface Fever" carry that same kicked in the head again power. Once more it's the guitar solos slicing and dicing like a fuckin coked out chef at a Japanese Steak house. Count your fuckin fingers these guys are on the attack. Better yet, check your throat for scars and your skull for dents because the rhythm section gets in their hits too. But just at the point where I had these guys pegged as Thrash merchants out for thrills and kills on a Southern state murder spree, they toss out a surprise. Actually it's three surprises because the last cuts on here "Lunis", "Dying Inside" and "Kronos" are ambient Black Metalish instrumentals. Imagine good o'l Varg Vikernes of BURZUM in "Bib" overalls sitting on the porch of his shack out in the woods. He's worshipping Satan, making shine and cranking out this stuff which keeps his hounddogs happy as they lay underneath the porch. Gooooood Dammmmmm! Hell I'm not even worthy enough to give this band the kinda praise they deserve. I'm a yankee by birth but a southerner by divorce. Hopefully they won't hold it against me because I have given up my evil yankee ways. So while we're in an era of Metal that rewards clone bands and shrugs at originality. ROT GUT LIKKER's Uncle Satan's Straight Whiskey is truly a blaze in the Southern sky.

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