Something about Slothrust suggests a taste for destruction, starting with their record’s desolated cover art and ending in the systematic perversion of anything comforting. The most linear of their tracks are likely to collapse into noise, as well as any pattern is to break down. Tied together by dragged-out blues and a refined taste for gravelly guitar and bass, this female-led three piece based in Brooklyn benifits from a jazz/blues formation, and masters with amazing ease the art of keeping the audience hanging to a chord. Most obvious when they prolong instrumental sections, or casually pull in and out of a frenzy as they’ll do on the folk-coated ‘7:30′, they’ve got a clear sense of their instruments’ strengths, and how to make the best use of their textures. Surely one the most creative & refreshing acts to take a stab at grunge over here. – Tracy Mamoun
