A multilayered offsetting of experimentation and crushing heaviness.
Industrial sludge from the Steel City.
Heron’s third full-length delivers the sludgy goods.
A monstrous slab of doom worshipping riffs.
A visceral gut punch of sludge infused despair.
Catharsis through violence.
A monolithic dose of atmospheric sludge.
Swirling with rage, suffocating density and cacophonous vitality, this is an album that demands to be heard. And it ain’t taking no for an answer.