Music industry these days is so immediate, so anxious, following altogether what is trending and what is more suitable for an elusive, decentralized target. Popular is no longer a matter of months, but days and hours. The attention span has decreased dramatically and good records like “One Foot In The Flesh Grave” will end up being unfairly pulverized by those who are already penning down some pointless, random end-of-the-year lists. Wailin Storms should be hailed because it is great music: perpetrating an aura of rebellious sadness while channeling long-gone haunted spirits of Southern delta blues, so that they can all morph into a vibrant, dissonant workstation of post-punk tonality. The old and the new brilliantly evoked by Justin Storms in a debut LP that will make any Wovenhand devotee hooked for a long time.
Wailin Storms - "One Foot In The Flesh Grave"
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