Upcoming Release: Zombie Eater
Zombie Eater: When Sludge Gets a Sense of Humor (and a Bit of Trash)
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So, Finland’s not just for saunas and melancholy anymore. There’s a band in Helsinki that’s been quietly turning up the volume on filth, groove, and the kind of basslines that make your spine forget it’s supposed to be straight. Enter Zombie Eater: three guys who’ve spent years grinding through underground gigs in Finland and Germany, and now, finally, they’re dropping their debut album: Faces, out September 26th via Argonauta Records.
No fancy production tricks here. This thing was recorded live, raw, and then given that final, slightly unhinged polish by James Plotkin, yes, that James Plotkin, the guy who’s haunted the sound of sludge since forever. The result? A record that feels less like music and more like something crawling out of a basement after a bad party.
Think of it as if Weedeater got drunk on cheap beer, Dopethrone started doing stand-up, and ZZ Top decided to cover a funeral hymn. That’s Fisherman’s Fiend, a track that starts with a riff so slow it makes time reconsider its life choices. Then comes Toastmaster, where the bassline is so thick you can almost chew it. And don’t sleep on El Diablo, a cover of the ZZ Top classic that somehow sounds both ridiculous and utterly necessary. It’s like someone handed a chainsaw to a mariachi band and said “go.”
There’s a dark humor running through this album ; not loud, not cartoonish, but there. In tracks like Bottle Hymn or Midnight Mower, you hear a band that knows how heavy can also be weird, even silly. They’re not trying to save the world. They’re just trying to make sure the groove doesn’t stop. And honestly? That’s enough.
The best sludge isn’t about being serious. It’s about rhythm, decay, and the quiet joy of letting go. Zombie Eater nails it. They’re not reinventing the wheel: they’re greasing it, throwing it into a ditch, and watching it roll downhill with a grin.
If you’ve ever wanted music that smells like damp concrete, old leather, and burnt toast, this is your moment.
Grab it. Play it loud. Maybe even dance, though you’ll probably end up crawling instead.
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