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 ,
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