"Imagine if Eyehategod worshipped black metal and intravenously injected Electric Wizard‘s chunkiness.
DOPETHRONE is already supreme, now they’re about to become legendary…" As always, we feel like we were invited to join a voodoo ritual by the Canadians, and that they would do anything possible to drag us out of the depressing conformity that is so characteristic of our modern world. “III” arouses evil even more than its predecessor, and we would definitely delight ourselves with the least growl, the least cymbal impact, the least feedback produced by Vince and his friends. Dopethrone has a supernatural groove, a seductive devilish power combined to a chronic penchant to throw absinth on the flammes whenever they have the opportunity to do so. "The fact that these guys are Weedeater’s and Electric Wizard’s hidden sons, is now a thing no one can ignore anymore. I know that for a fact, because whenever I blast it for my 14-month-old daughter, she starts spazzing out and head banging." What’s a trip about this band is that, yes, they play doom, but there's something very uplifting about this record. You will know when you hear this album that it was created by punks worshipping at the altar of Sabbath while reaching for the moon with the hands of Darkthrone. Whose new album III is a fucking blackened, resinated classic. Bow down before Dopethrone’s altar and be forever doomed. There ain’t no such thing as too much headbanging with fast, addictive joints such as ‘’The Devil’s Dandruff’’ and the mighty ‘’Reverb Deep’’. Thomspson and William Burroughs on one hell of a trip on these five songs, entrenching 37 heavy minutes with exploitation film samples, malevolent growls and gritty, slow-burning blues-infused metal grooves. The Montreal trio wallows in smoke, demons, death, the occult and enough psychotropic drugs to send both Hunter S. "Just like bluesman pioneer Robert Johnson, Dopethrone must’ve made a deal with the Devil to attain the supremely evil sound of its uninventively titled third album. No bells and whistles here, these guys do work." It’s even more impressive considering this is an entirely DIY effort. Even with a bottom end so heavy it snaps necks like twigs, you never loose any of the other instruments in the melee.
Everything sounds on point, with everything mixed to perfection. While the riffs lead the charge, the crushing grooves provided by the drums and bass hold their own in generating these soul crushing sounds. The louder you can listen to this album, the better, as the sound just improves each decibel you increase. These are riffs with presence, you don’t just hear them, you feel them reverberate down your bones. The riffs are monumental monsters of distortion and grime, the buzz of a thousand hornets inside an empty skull. If anything “III” hits harder than “Dark Foil”. Evil as Satan himself, dripping blood and black bile, while it claws at your flesh from within a cloud of weed smoke and burning homes. For the uninitiated, Dopethrone play the classic kind of sludge.
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"The distortion powered sledgehammer is back in full form on “III”.
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