Grief
Come to Grief

The deepest despair, that's what you feel when listening to this album. Hope is always the last to die, but Grief has decided to torture it, and there's no escape for it.

The band was born in Boston in the early nineties, and after two EPs (later gathered in the compilation "Dismal") of gloomy death doom following in the footsteps of pioneers and fellow citizens Winter, they reached new heights in the field of musical anguish by releasing "Come to Grief" in 1994. Indeed, the influence of riff-raff from New Orleans like Eyehategod and Crowbar has left its mark: thus, death doom merges with sludge, and madness prevails over reason. Eternal songs characterized by rotten and putrid riffs, a raucous and desperate voice, and then that truly suffocating, cadenced slowness, as death doom commands. It's like falling into quicksand at night and waiting for death while you slowly sink, when suddenly a stranger saves you, only to torture you in an equally slow but decidedly more atrocious manner. The thing, however, is that in Grief's world, even the sadistic rapist won't be spared, instead, he will perish from want due to the unnatural cold that has descended on the dark swamp where he usually toys with his victims. Therefore, he won't feed your corpse to the alligators, because they've migrated along the river's course in search of warmer waters.

If you want to challenge Grief by listening to their record, you know what you're up against.