Sheffield trio Naisian return with their first LP in nine years and in the process do their best to have their hometown renamed from the Steel City, to Sludge City (yeah, that slam band tried it before but Naisian are more righteous in their efforts). Their new record Metal – out this Friday via very good, very heavy guys Sludgelord Records – is a dense tome of pummeling sludge, flecked with some tasty and decadent exhibitions of post-metal misery and noisy synth-based fuckery. It’s loud and thick and definitely worth coming out of Blog semi-retirement for. Seriously, I didn’t come back to blow smoke up your arse. That’s what Naisian are here to do – to blow thick, bellows of acrid black smoke right up your keister. Full stream below.
Previously released singles “Taft Point”, “Asteroid”, and “Brain Throne” should have contained more than enough malice and miserable sludge to have perked up the ears of most post/sludge/grim fanatics out there, but on the off chance that the world falling apart quicker than ever has restricted this goodness from your ears, well, let’s just say you’re lucky you are here and listening now. Recorded over a year ago now and carefully fine-tuned by some reliable noise-refiners at Plotkinworks here in the UK, Metal is a big dose of building-levelling grooves that pulse enough to grind your teeth together and grind out low frequencies so unsettling your shit will shit itself. Positively grim shit with a lot of heart behind it. All strung together with the band’s kink for noise and synths that sound like the most cracked-out episode of Doctor Who never filmed, the long wait for a new full-length from this lot is instantly forgiven.
Spacey, spooky, and a little bit sad – Metal is a huge sounding record that hums and drums through the static of regulation sludge. If you’ve ever enjoyed ISIS, LLNN, or other four-letter sludge/post bands that I can’t conjure right now then this is for you. Imagine thick plumes of evil gas belching into the sky from obscenely large smokestacks and what kind of damage that would do to your environment – that’s what Naisian’s doing to your brain with rumbling bass, sharp turns, and hoarse, genuinely rough as fuck vocals. Wild stuff. Beats the pristine edges and obtuse use of reverb and delay of your art student ex-flatmate’s new post band anyway.
Metal is available digitally and physically via Sludgelord Records. Grab one. Grab two, even.