Drug Honkey – Cloak Of Skies

Rating: 3/5
Released: 2017
Label/Distributor: Transcending Obscurity Records
Label/Distributor URL: https://tometal.com/
Buy Album: https://drughonkey.bandcamp.com/
Band Website: https://www.facebook.com/drughonkey

 

Album Track Listing
  1. Pool Of Failure1drug honey
  2. Sickening Wasteoid
  3. Outlet Of Hatred
  4. (It’s Not) The Way
  5. The Oblivion Of An Opiate Nod
  6. Cloak Of Skies
  7. Pool Of Failure (JKB Remix)

 

Band Line Up

BH Honkey – Drums
Honkey Head – Vocals/Synth/Samples/FX
Hubbs – Guitars
Brown Honkey – Bass

Review

There is something uniquely beguiling about Drug Honkey. They have made a cacophonous racket for a long time and have made it to fifth album. It is surprising to me that they are from an urban environment (Chicago); their offbeat shenanigans are more akin to sounds produced by southern fried swamp rats. They cite Godflesh as an influence and have the honour of a guest appearance by Justin Broadrick on the album. It adds to the nightmarish feel,  as does the hand painted dystopian artwork of Paolo Girardi.

The album kicks off with “Pool Of Failure”; one hell of a psychedelic bad trip – destination unknown. The grooves are suitably doom-laden and punishing, underpinned by a ceaceless tinnitus ringing. Its tempo is quite brisk to some bands of their ilk. Next up is the slow motion armageddon of “Sickening Wasteoid”, a poisonous cavalcade of monochrome melancholia. “Outlet of Hatred” is doom passed through a lysergide filter, with a groove as wide as a very wide thing.

The albums centre piece is the narcotic nightmare “The Oblivion Of An Opiate Nod”, full of tremors, hallucinations and chased dragons. It drones, wails and vomits its way to a savage conclusion. The title track is similarly bleak, a pulsating desert sun amid an ugly dystopian sea of dunes. As you surrender, the morphean desert consumes you. The record is rounded off with the JKB remix of “Pool Of Failure”; a distorted, pitiless cataclysm.

Most of “Cloak Of Skies” is impenetrable, from the rumbling menace of the guitars, to the venomous yet harsh heroin whore vocals, to the mind warping psychedlia. It is like being surrounded by the lilving dead. It is a vista of suffocating, ophidian enormity. A real mauvais rêve.

Review By Owen Thompson
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