Slothrust is the perfect soundtrack for brooding on a gloomy day and would be a good way to psych yourself into finally telling your boss to go fuck himself (please exercise caution for the latter). Melding clean, bluesy guitar riffs with lo fi, scratchy vocals, the trio from Bronxville is strangely reminiscent of Morphine… only not really. Listening to their music can actually be a little confusing, sometimes feeling so familiar that drawing a comparison becomes irresistible, though nothing really fits. Maybe trying to compare them to someone else is a pointless exercise. Maybe trying to compare any artist to another is a pointless exercise. My god! All the time I’ve wasted!
Dumb philosophical rhetoric aside, this band is really good. So good, in fact, we just had to ask them several conveniently band related questions, which they were kind enough to answer! Perhaps you’d care to read it, if you aren’t too busy? Of course you would! Why else are you here?