More or less a watered-down version of Mastodon and any other well-serving sludgy doom band, Chicago’s Indian don’t appeal on a whole lot of levels outside of the fact they make a lot of noise and rumble and tumble and bumble. Those looking for dynamics in their sludge (see Saviors, Black Cobra and about 80 million other bands) aren’t going to find it here – this thing just hits the wall like a bunch of cookware and never cleans
up.
Indian’s gritty, Orange-amp driven tone is both muddled and standard and never allows for any major ‘umph’ to be found. Instead, rather plodding tunes like “Second Death” and the absolutely agonizing “Fatal Lack” leave little to the imagination – Indian must think they’re entire audience is a bunch of weed-laced stoners with plenty of free time on their hands.
At times, Sights and Abuse/The Sycophant reads more like a Bongzilla album in the sense that overall fuzziness and incoherence dissolves any semblance of songs, turning this album into one big mess and yeah, no one should be grabbing a mop anytime soon.
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