Lumbar – The First & Last Days Of Unwelcome

1. Day One
2. Day Two
3. Day Three
4. Day Four
5. Day Five
6. Day Six
7. Day Seven
“I found myself waking up on the floor, somewhere between my table and halfway underneath the couch. The first thing I encountered was a horrid, cutting cadence in my head. I tried to get up but I was stuck to the floor because of something that I think was a concoction of a excrement and a variety of bodily fluids. Logically, I tried to get up as quickly as possible and separate myself from that clammy muck, so via a technique that consisted out of flaying my arms and legs in quite the spastic manner, I was able to. I clawed my way towards my medicine cabinet (as my legs were still asleep because of the weird position I found myself in) to get hold of a handful of painkillers. I flung them against my uvula and after about a half hour of laying down in a foetal position, I picked myself up from the floor, with the question of how I got in this situation in the back of my mind.”
“With a quick glance, I was able to ascertain that my entire living room was destroyed; the lavatory was halfway hanging out of the window, I nailed my couch to the ceiling with a pneumatic nail gun, my bed was on fire and quite some more unholy things had been taken place. All of the sudden, I was able to spot my stereo in the middle of the room. Terribly slowly, I crawled to my stereo and fear-ridden and trembling, I opened by CD drawer. , it said. “The First And Last Days Of Unwelcome” is the name of the record in there. Right there, that moment was when I realized what happened. So many riffs; dirtier than Peter Burns’ hollowed out asshole, harder than curb stomping (watch American History X) a kitten and I do not even want to begin to describe how fat this record sounds. I do not think that people this fat exist and if they do, I do not want to meet them. I never expected that I would bump into one of the best doom records of all times this late in the year. Well, with Aaron Edge, Mike Scheidt and Tad Doyle, one would not expect a mediocre record, but still. If would be a being, it would be The Incredible Hulk in a incredible jar of molasses. Immense and grotesque. The ideal balance between traditional doom, sludge and drone form a massive whole that just makes sense completely. The artwork, the production and the tracks themselves. We have a new doom titan and it’s called .”
Lords Of Metal, William Kampen
LP album
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