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Sacred Mother Tongue - ‘The Ruin Of Man’

Noel F Gardner
Noel F Gardner 16 April 2009 at 16.00

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

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.

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