We Want The Finest Riffs Known To Humanity. We Want Them Here, And We Want Them Now

I do love Sludge. From the filth-encrusted howl of Buzzoven through the narcotic dementia of Eyehategod and the three bass bliss of Pale Horse to the blackened weirdness of Corrupted, it's a dirty little corner of Metal that holds a particularly dear place in my sick little heart. But of all the bands who specialise in this perverse collision between the heaviest Doom and the mankiest, sloppiest Hardcore, Florida's Cavity have always been top (or should that be bottom?) of the slagheap for me. They weren't around for long, putting out only two full-lengths, Supercollider and On The Lam, and if heavy is yr thing, and you don't own either of these, then may I humbly suggest you get off yr pot addled arse and buy them both.

Or at least get Supercollider, cos it's a bit of a lost classic, having been consigned to overpriced ebay hell for a while after Man's Ruin folded until those nice folks at Hydrahead reissued it. A groove filled slab of transcendent muck which somehow manages to take all that's best about Sleep's Holy Mountain and My War era Black Flag and vomit it back up in a truly crushing three quarters of an hour which makes me want to break stuff (not that I've needed much encourgament to do that sort of thing this week) every single time I listen to it.

It's worth the price of admission for the title track alone, which, in addition to boasting one of the finest riffs Tony Iommi never wrote, a tar-black guitar & bass sound which sounds like the monolith in 2001 looks like, a truly foul throat shredding vocal performance and a groove that could make you move even if you'd been superglued to the fucking floor, has a lyric that somehow combines the joys of methylamphetamine with the process of black hole creation (sample line: Gravity collapse, infinite density, event horizon hides the singularity) and pulls it off with an aplomb which would make Al Cisneros, the man responsible for such gems as "Choir of the sun chant inside the anti-moon, shockwaves rattle the earth below with hymn of doom" and "Drop out of life with bong in hand, follow the smoke to the riff filled land", green with envy. Pure fucking magic.