When The Kite String Pops

Swampy serial killer sludge from the style’s heartland, Acid Bath didn’t make many friends with their tortured doom and John Wayne Gacy cover art, never rising above cult level in their lifetime (tragically cut short along with the life of bassist Audie Pitre). Unlike the drug-fueled misanthropy of their NOLA native peers, Acid Bath plunged into the creepier side of the pool. Which isn’t to say they don’t have plenty of drug-fueled misanthropy themselves. Dax Riggs’s processed vox act as the shoulder devil on chilling manifestos like “Fingerpainting of the Insane” and “Scream of the Butterfly.” There’s no shoulder angel.