{"id":82014,"date":"2018-07-12T13:00:47","date_gmt":"2018-07-12T18:00:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.toiletovhell.com\/?p=82014"},"modified":"2018-07-12T08:58:07","modified_gmt":"2018-07-12T13:58:07","slug":"maggot-heart-returns-with-dusk-to-dusk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/toiletovhell.com\/maggot-heart-returns-with-dusk-to-dusk\/","title":{"rendered":"Maggot Heart<\/b> Returns with Dusk to Dusk<\/i>"},"content":{"rendered":"
<\/div>\n

Oh strange women, they don’t mess around. It’s not for love. It’s for the vi-vi-violence.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Maggot Heart<\/strong> is a young enough band that you may require a brief introduction, so let’s do that first. The trio came slinking out of a shadowy, scum-ridden alley (Sweden) last year with the debut City Girls<\/em> EP and did very bad things to me. They humped my leg and sucked my blood and stole my fucking wallet. Strangely, I didn’t mind. I was hooked on their dark and dirty brand of rock from the second it entered my system, and thereafter developed the habit of doing very bad things to myself while listening. What is this sound? Is it a drug or a disease? Or both — a contaminated needle full of temporary bliss? Whatever the case, after a mercifully short withdrawal period Maggot Heart has returned with another dose. A full dose this time: the ten-track LP entitled Dusk to Dusk<\/em>. If you’re already familiar with their product, you’ll be thrilled with the new batch; if not, roll up your sleeve and slap a vein, Bucko. Either way, we’re getting fucked up.<\/p>\n

It’s not exactly the same high this time around. Dusk to Dusk<\/em> sees Maggot Heart leaning ever so slightly away from the loose punk edge and deathrock flirtations of City Girls<\/em>\u00a0and toward the meat and potatoes of their sound, which is world-weary, allergic-to-life rock covered in sleaze. With its evocations of an undead Thin Lizzy\u00a0<\/strong>or a strung-out elder sibling of The Runaways<\/strong>, it’s not quite metal, but it is heavier than most of the inexplicable headcheese that passes for “metal” on the radio these days. I don’t mean louder,<\/em>\u00a0I mean heavier<\/em>;\u00a0that is, Dusk to Dusk<\/em> achieves heaviness without the bizarre glitz of brickwalling or bitsniffing or whatever passes for “production value” on the radio these days.<\/p>\n