Crawling from the bubbling filth in which they were born, Slovenia’s Leechfeast make viscerally punishing sludge and they make it well. From the hallucinatory, distant vocals to the funeral procession that carries them, this shit is slower and heavier. Than what? Than everything. Imagine Electric Wizard and Cough doing cosmos-sized bong rips and you’re at least in the right circle of Hell. But this isn’t simply a couple guys who figured out how to down-tune every instrument they touch, there is real atmosphere here. The vocals fade back and soar. The riffs start slow and then disperse before hitting you. Don’t ask how because who the fuck knows. This isn’t science. This is alchemy. Sick, satanic alchemy. See ya on the other side of the riff ya filthy sickos.