Sacred Mother Tongue - ‘The Ruin Of Man’

Grungy, American-accent sung verses are repeatedly interspersed with gruff, chuggy, choruses, sort of like a lasagne. A Netto microwave lasagne.

Posted Thursday, 16 April 2009 in

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Sacred Mother Tongue

Sacred Mother Tongue - ‘The Ruin Of Man’

Rating: 4

Few of the UK’s most recently hatched metal big guns are ideal fodder for people who prefer being surrounded by fellow adults at gigs, but Sacred Mother Tongue, a quartet from Northampton, are a few people’s tip to change the tide. Hard to see what will ignite the wider world on this debut album, though. Grungy, American-accent sung verses are repeatedly interspersed with gruff, chuggy, choruses, sort of like a lasagne. A Netto microwave lasagne. Neither are SMT in ambassadors of lyrical dexterity: in the first song’s first verse, frontman Darrin South compares the drudgery of life to having one’s balls squeezed by one’s paramour, and it doesn’t pick up much from there.

Noel F Gardner

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