Now, I have a fairly limited knowledge of Blackwitch Pudding, yet from what I understand, this knowledge is more than most. I first was introduced to this band through the ravings of a shaman, a man who I have come to know and trust. A few months after I reviewed their first LP Taste The Pudding featuring such classics as "Gathering Panties". After a few drug and alcohol fueled adventures with Blackwith Puddings bassist, Charles, both in Paris and at Hellfest I think I've started to get a sense where the ominous crush of this bands sound comes from.
There is something strangely charming about the crushing trudge of Covered in Pudding Volume 1. Tracks like Toke'n Man have a sense of humor that is hidden beneath sick brutal growls and some incredible grooves. These guys have advanced in leaps and bounds since Taste The Pudding, it feels as if they have taken large steps forward in the art of groove. On top of that, the vocal lines have a certain weed infused darkness that makes the record both fun, and slightly mysterious. This is the voice of a man who has grown up stoned, worshipping the sweet leaf, because what the hell else are you going to do in Portland? In other words, Blackwitch Pudding have started to come into their own.
Times like this, I wish I had more space to dedicate to a record. But here's the long and short of it, Blackwitch Pudding's new release is a testament of even greater things to come. These guys are not only fabulously talented musicians, but also true believers in their message. Sure, the lyrics in the God of Thunder parody Gods of Grungus (And every other song for that matter) are hilarious, but in the long run, that only adds to the strange magic of this band. So come on in, feel the pudding come over you, and appreciate the glory of a band who understand their scene better than almost anyone else.
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