(written by Islander)

Time flies when you’re having fun. It still flies when life looks like sheer hell, with nothing but more hell to come and no way of stopping the misery.

More than two years have flown by since we last commented about the music of the Florida-based death/doom band Wharflurch. The occasion then was a compilation forthrightly named Shittier/Slimier, which collected previously unreleased Wharflurch demos that showcased the more experimental and psychedelic side of the project. Commenting on just one song from it, we wrote:

“It’s more impressive than you might expect based upon the new album’s name. Sure, it’s foul and gross, with monstrous reverb-ed vocals, but also brutish and crazed, capable of triggering muscle reflexes and of spawning ghoulish visions. When the band slow down, that’s when you really feel like you’re being dragged by your hair into a stinking cesspool, and the feverish lead-guitar sounds like it’s gleefully reveling in your agony.”

Time has flown, and now we come back to Wharflurch, expecting both more fun and more hell. Continue reading »