Its recording may have been delayed after frontman ‘Dixie’ Dave Collins blew a toe off while cleaning his favourite shotgun (we shit you not), but thankfully Weedeater appear none the worse for wear on album number four. In other words, hold onto your lower intestine, because ‘Jason…’ packs some serious low-end punch. This is southern sludge in its purest, nastiest form, the only respite coming in the queasy bluegrass of ‘Palms And Opium’ and the Deliverance-evoking banjo jam ‘Whiskey Creek’. Much like Buzzov*en and Eyehategod before them, Weedeater have got this fucked up noise thing down to a fine art.
There's been some actual news this week. The Movielifereformed, Fightstarreturned from hiatus, and then there was Emoji Artworks. But sadly, today is our last #notthenews round-up of 2014. Try to hold back those tears while we recap all of this week's nonsense.