Bog Filth - Bog Filth

 

 

Bog Filth - Bog Filth
Evil Gnome Records - 2024
Doom, Sludge, Drone
Rated: ****1/2

Introduction/words of praise.

Earlier this year I had the honor to write a review for Absorb's album 'SMOG'. As you can read HERE I thought it was some of the heaviest and scariest doom ever made. Now, after giving the debut album by Bog Filth numerous spins, I'm not so sure. This is a dark, distorted, low-tuned and mainly slow-paced sonic deviation that lures you into the sewers of nothingness from the first chord strike of opener 'I Live Dead' until the dying seconds of the sharp and menacing drone closer 'I Will Pray For Your Death'. Or, as the band so fittingly says on their Bandcamp page, "Bog Filth is absolutely disgusting doom stench, wafting from the rotting bowels of Oshkosh Wisconsin." And they couldn't be more right. It's doom all the way with a vocal delivery that brings in an element of sludge and sometimes even incorporates a death metal growl, while the production is spot-on and intensifies the overall listening experience. One hell of an album for sure.

Afterthought.

This record is so good it knocked me off my socks big time the first time I heard it. And it still does. I just couldn't find the right words to describe it. So, while in the midst of a month-long binge of writing poetry, the review initially materialized as a Dutch poem. The Stoner HiVe CEO asked if he could use it for the little old blog. But as everything on there is in English, I thought it needed to be translated. Finally tried a hand at translating it for everyone to read. Not perfect, but here it is nonetheless. Hope you like it.

the compositions are sonic hammer blows, maybe

aggravated assault on unsuspecting airwaves

attempted murder even - the execution

a textbook example of the joy of torture

in its purest form

here

vocal chords are being ground

to smithereens, blood squirts

from the depth of ruptured eardrums

and sewage is being gulped down

like beer, washed away

with a bottle of 90 proof

while you're being sucked down

into a muddy swamp - plowing on

with your head stuck

inside the mouth

of an alligator

and ask yourself

how to renounce a question

that has no sense

because sense

lacks meaning

when the end confirms with an endless roaring thunder

what we basically knew all along - this is

a guttural dying bed, the holy ground

on which your cut-off ears find

their final resting place

†

 

(Written by Ronny Dijksterhuis)

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