You already know Australia produces some of the most horrific (in the good sense of the word, obviously) metal bands to ever disgrace our world, so I won't go on about that. I'm gonna get straight to the point and tell you about Whitehorse, an unholy collective from Melbourne who play a sickening mixture of doom, sludge and noise.
With more than 10 releases under their belts, Whitehorse are no rookies. Their music is crushing and meant to cause pain. The three songs on Raised Into Darkness crawl along at a funeral pace, propelled by slow, distorted riffs, deliberate use of noise and feedback and vocals that come in two flavors: growling and even more growling. Imagine the little girl from The Ring being stabbed in the throat and the Balrog from Lord of the Rings and you're coming close to what the vocals on this beast sound like. So, as you may gather, this is in no way easy listening. It's tedious, punishing, pitch black and it'll probably cause you to break out in boils. Which is why I suggest you go see them on the second half of their European tour. They're even playing with our buddies in Void Forger tomorrow. Hoo doggy!