Their name conjures all sorts of queasy images, but after listening to this album about a bajillion times I can't think of another banner that this Kentucky based monstrosity could go by. Equal parts doomed out sludge metal, burnt psychedelia, middle America electronic vomit and speaker-shredding noise rock, Cadaver In Drag's first real album after a slew of limited edition tapes and discs comes to us from Animal Disguise, which is quickly turning into the spot for heavily zonked midwestern scumcrush. The lineup has Cadaver members Josh Lay, Jason Schuler and Ben Allen joined by Robert Beatty from Hair Police n synthesizer, and they drop upon us three tracks of repetitious, pummeling sludge that opens with the epic "Walking Through The Gates Of Hell", which takes a particularly sickening ur-riff and pounds that motherfucker into your cranium for eighteen minutes straight. A primal two note chord progression grinding away into infinity, going nowhere but straight ahead into a blasted, blackened horizon, searing acid rock soloing screaming up from the filth, a vocalist screaming hoarsely into a concrete wall, drums pounding and plodding, a stomping march of prehistoric beasts through a haze of smoking black amplifiers reaching to the sky like Babylonian temple spires. Think Graves At Sea locked into a monochromatic shroom-fueled doom trance and yer in the vicinity.

"Fuck This Place" follows with a ferocious middle finger aimed right for the eyes of Lexington, Kentucky, a chaotic noise rock attack delivered with a sudden jolt of speed and snot after the charred plod of the preceding track that feels like a smack across the grill. A convulsive noise rock jam that feels like a Halo Of Flies piece riddled with sores and malfunctioning effects pedals, again a single riff thrashed out over and over while the singer spits out whatever is left of his throat. And then the closer "Secession '91" slows the album back to a crawl as the band crafts a sprawling eight minute psychedelic dronescape of gorgeous feedback, elegaic synthesizer, and buried sludge riffing. Comparitively softer and way more spaced out, this jam is Cadaver In Drag's smoked-out comedown, the sound of Popul Vuh crossed with epic basement doom and stoners fucking around with FX pedals. An amazing thing. Yep, another highly recommended out-metal platter, one that blurs the lines between noise, sludge and psych like Mammal's crucial latest album, but in a completely different way.