0:33 mark.
The feeling of following a band from demo to maturity is a great one, and from the minute I heard Windhand's 2010 demo which clocked in at almost 16 minutes for 2 songs, I knew they would blow up. 5 years later and they have signed with relapse and released 2 full lengths, a live record and splits with Salem's Pot and Cough.
Many reviewers seem to dismiss them as just another wannabe Black Sabbath retro doom band, which I feel is rather harsh. The thing that truly sets them apart from this classification is singer Dorthia Cottrell's soaring wails and mournful cries that seem to haunt the space of the listener like the presence of a ghastly apparition. She seems to truly be channeling the spirit world each time she steps up to the microphone.
I went with the demo version of this song because I feel like it just has that unpolished fuzz and feedback that I love. The riff plods along like a wooly mammoth slowly marching across the second floor of your house. It bludgeons the listener as though it were a series of violent swings from the mammoth's mighty trunk, trying to draw you toward the tusks and a grisly demise.
Bonus Riff:
Around the 7:45 mark, as you lay beaten by the mammoth, it delivers a final coup de grace, by stomping methodically on your lifeless body until you are reduced to a skin cover pouch of liquefied innards and broken bones.
Many reviewers seem to dismiss them as just another wannabe Black Sabbath retro doom band, which I feel is rather harsh. The thing that truly sets them apart from this classification is singer Dorthia Cottrell's soaring wails and mournful cries that seem to haunt the space of the listener like the presence of a ghastly apparition. She seems to truly be channeling the spirit world each time she steps up to the microphone.
I went with the demo version of this song because I feel like it just has that unpolished fuzz and feedback that I love. The riff plods along like a wooly mammoth slowly marching across the second floor of your house. It bludgeons the listener as though it were a series of violent swings from the mammoth's mighty trunk, trying to draw you toward the tusks and a grisly demise.
Bonus Riff:
Around the 7:45 mark, as you lay beaten by the mammoth, it delivers a final coup de grace, by stomping methodically on your lifeless body until you are reduced to a skin cover pouch of liquefied innards and broken bones.
