Awesome dub-laced industrial narco-sludge from Chicago that is terminally fucking evil and blown out. That's what Drug Honkey dish out on their album Death Dub, a self released disc that's been flying way under the radar since it came out, but any of you creeps who get off on the filthiest drug-addled strains of space-case sludge metal will love this shit. The band wasn't kidding around when they called this Death Dub, either. Drug Honkey smear all kinds of reverb, synth noise and echo effects over their punishing sludge, creating a weird breed of mutant heaviness that sounds like a mix of Kevin Martin's old dub/metal outfit God, the lunar sludge of Black Mayonnaise, and Fistula's filthy sludge death. What a combo!

"My Sins" starts the album with fucked up ULTRA HEAVY sludge that's flecked with bits of electronic glitch, the droning bass-heavy riff rumbling over plodding drums, weird electronic effects and processed demonic vokills engulfed in delay, sounding something like a blackened, noise-damaged Godflesh. The pounding bestial sludge of "The Devil Lasts Forever" is likewise smothered in electronics, and "Death Threats" is where we finally get into some real dub territory, the spaced out drums lumbering beneath a sky of falling dead stars, glowing red tracers of echo shooting across the void, monstrous guttural roars drifting up out of chasms in the earth, the dissonant riffs and wobbling bass crawling over the dubbed-out doom, like Fistula being remixed by King Tubby. "Communion" is awesome droning dubby blackdoom with roaring buzzsaw guitars and chugging drone riffage over slimy fluttering bass and eerie guitar leads, and the negatory statement "I Can Not" is an unraveling slow motion dirge with barely any guitars present, mostly just effects and washes of distortion unfurling over a glacial backbeat while heavily treated vocals bellow incoherently.

There's a live track included here, a seven-minute improvised ode to narcotics abuse called "China Black (Heroin: Part II)" where the band wanders around within an awesome sprawling acid-fueled space-doom-dirge, meandering low end riff-drone grinding underneath of Hawkwind synth noise and lysergic guitar solos stumbling into oblivion, the vocals switching between a drawled doped-up moan and death metal roar. The band offers up a Pigface cover, too, but their version of "Burundi (Reconstruct)" turns it into a dark, fractured industrial dirge. And closer "Who the Fuck?" saves the most distorted song for last, blasting out a minute of insanely blown out psychedelic sludge assault that hits Burmese-like levels of noisy brutality.

It's everything that I would hope a band called Drug Honkey would sound like.