Raging Speedhorn - Lost Ritual

Ever since Corby’s very own sonic filthmongers ‘did a Lazarus’ and came back onto the scene, people (like me) who take their music with two fingers of sludge have been eagerly awaiting a new album, so I was happier than a masochist in a circle pit when I received a copy of Lost Ritual to review. If you’re new to Raging Speedhorn, think big, low, stoner-esque riffs. Then cover it in oil. Thick, dark, heavy metal oil. Then sprinkle on some lyrics, and roar like a lion at the whole thing until it cries. I could tell you about how it was recorded by Russ Russell, who has also worked with Napalm Death and the Wildhearts, but you can Google all that. What I’ll tell you instead is that opening track Bring Out Your Dead makes my testicles rumble, Ten of Swords makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and mosh, and Hangman makes me want to scream at pigeons. Right in their little birdy faces. This may well be the album that finally tips me over the edge. It does things to me. Dark, warm, fuzzy things. I like it. I like it a lot.