In The Name Of Suffering

Eyehategod - In The Name Of Suffering ©1993 Century Media
1. Depress
2. Man Is Too Ignorant To Exist
3. Shinobi
4. Pigs
5. Run It Into The Ground
6. Godsong
7. Children Of God
8. Left To Starve
9. Hostility Dose
10. Hit A Girl

Eyehategod material prior to the arrival of vocalist/violator Michael Williams is scarce. The band was a significantly different beast; a bunch of Southern burnouts with an offensive name bent on playing painful slow. Securing the band's embryonic "Garden Dwarf Woman Driver" is like procuring the Holy Grail. But such is not unique in and of itself; when one considers the breadth of the metal underground, it follows logically that many bands come and go like drops of water in a bucket. In the Name of Suffering marks the beginning. A stubborn allegiance to the Melvins, a subtle nod to Southern rock (this should not be lost on any discerning fan) and Williams' harrowing, fragile and drug-addled dedication to art. Take a raft of lyrical vulnerability, add a textbook's worth of psychological damage, sprinkle on a bit of heartbreak and leave under the grill till doomsday. The album's mix of feedback, screeching, crust and noise resounds almost a decade later as requisites in the scene. Williams oft-copied stream of consciousness lyrical style ("Breast fed from a dog since the day I was born" - think you got problems?) is borrowed almost slavishly by bands wanting to do something a little "different", and the conceptual blending of hardcore themes (misogyny, poverty, murder) and doom metal ethic (disregard for all speed limits) left fans of both genres baffled. But don't sweat the little things; the sewer-dwelling sounds of this Century Media debut will not appeal to wide cross-section of music fans. In the Name of Suffering is a fairly passionate excursion into the depths of catharsis for the rejecters and rejected exclusively.

Review by Lee Steadham

Review date: 12/1998

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Take As Needed For Pain

Eyehategod - Take As Needed For Pain ©1993 Century Media
1. Blank
2. Sister Fucker (Part I)
3. Shop Lift
4. White Nigger
5. 30$ Bag
6. Disturbance
7. Take As Needed For Pain
8. Sister Fucker (Part II)
9. Crimes Against Skin
10. Kill Your Boss
11. Who Gave Her The Roses?
12. Laugh It Off

While the impetus behind my inclination towards bands like Eyehategod and their ilk is better left to the ruminating psychologist, it's evident to even those safely distanced Take As Needed For Pain bleeds with a purifying sort of torment. There just has not been a band who have mainlined (pun intended) the heart of the matter with such unfiltered malicious impact; Eyehategod hit with a club while their peers are swinging sticks. And unlike the overwhelming majority of those wallowing in this sad acro-doom/post-grunge hybrid, the songs are propelled by a thorny southern rock blues-based groove (albeit disconnected) and are marked by the unmistakable snarl of "singer" Mike Williams. Maybe I'm in the minority, but I believe emotional conveyance in a voice is in ascendant to tunefulness per se; heart over technique. And in this case, a duet with Bono is not in the works. To the band's credit, the songs are not hindered with pointless, lumbering aeonian paced musings, but conversely, are paced brilliantly, kept surging by excellent drumming and guitar riffs just this side of catchy. Probably the best release of the band's short career, as it's more coherent and listenable than In the Name of Suffering and entirely less broken and alone than Dopesick. However, it is also the band's most potentially offensive, given the unflinching lyrical examination of humanity's dregs, not to mention the DeQuincey-like drug worship scattered about the inlay. Commercial intentions have clearly not been discussed. Characterized by moments of almost heart-stopping climactic intensity and burdening guts-out-on-the-floor honesty, this record boasts a damaging, sickening testament to anti-aesthetic vitriol. Truly unclean. Accept no imitation.

Review by Lee Steadham

Review date: 11/1998

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Lack Of All Most Everything/Whore [split]

Eyehategod - Lack Of All Most Everything/Whore Split W/ 13 ©1995 Ax/Ction
1. Whore
2. Serving Time In The Middle Of Nowhere
3. Lack Of All Most Everything

I would surmise the NYC now-legendary 13 girls (and one guy) have been indulging in some Southern sludge-core and have liked what they heard, if "Whore" would indicate as such. With a definite Eyehategod waft about, it's no real surprise that vocalist Alicia Morgan (former Metal Maniacs editoress and frequent Eyehategod collaborator/lyricist) delivers one sewer-scraped, inhuman vocal performance that makes me rather sick to my stomach. Oh, the recording's poor, but I wouldn't have it any other way. This is not the Eagles, Poindexter. Eyehategod's two contributions still sound like a mangled, bludgeoned Skynyrd, naked and passed out on the floor, legs akimbo. "Lack of All Most Everything" is available on the band's swansong full length Dopesick and the almost up-tempo former of the two, "Serving Time In the Middle of Nowhere" can be heard on Harmony Korine's festering-blight- on-American-cinema Gummo, if the Censor Board in your town allows. Worth the search, but disheartening, given these two cool uncompromising bands, now defunct, never stuck around longer to lodge more wrenches into the machinery that is the music industry.

Review by Lee Steadham

Review date: 01/1999

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Southern Discomfort

Eyehategod - Southern Discomfort ©2000 Century Media
1. Ruptured Heart Theory
2. Story Of The Eye
3. Blank/Shoplift
4. Southern Discomfort
5. Serving Time In The Middle Of Nowhere
6. Lack Of Almost Everything
7. Peace Thru War (Thru Peace And War)
8. Depress
9. Dopesick Jam

Despite not having recorded an album since 1996, Eyehategod have spent the last four years erratically plying their trade to various tiny labels across the US (many of which are defunct), making life difficult for the Eyehategod completist. Now, 2000 AD, Century Media has offered a shortcut to fan-completism, compliling nearly all Eyehategod projects during the last half- decade onto a single disc. Or, if you're not a fanatical completist, like I am , Southern Discomfort offers possibly both the most accessible raft of EHG songs available, and a raft of songs any EHG fan would be sorry for missing. One-third of the album is live, but the band manages to avoid the patchwork-cut-n-paste feel that plagues most compilations as most of the band's studio songs are essentially live, and their are subsequently no significant deviations in sonic quality across the spread.

The band has often spoken at their love of Southern Rock,and the fact has not been so clearly demonstrated as on Southern Discomfort. "Story of the Eye", "Depress", the title-track, and what I consider to be one of the coolest Eyehategod statements ever, "Serving Time in the Middle of the Nowhere" are absolutely unapologetically bluesy in approach, and I can think of no other metal band who so amazingly, consistently, crushingly convey this unusual idiosycracy of Southern culture into their music. There's simply nothing remotely close to this band's potency. This is, of course, a pattern that has been repeated since the band's debut and vocalist Mike Williams further ushers these guys into the strata of pure untouchable unequalness, with an intense, passionate vocal style that has not budged; the guy won't give an inch. The is aptly illustrated on the astonishing sixteen minute "Dopesick Jam" wherein he guides the band through a winding path of their most powerful divisions and nearly hacks up a lung at the end of it all.

Eyehategod have - not undeservedly - become considered the underdogs of Louisana metal, the uglier side of Corrosion of Conformity (South Carolina-cum-New Orleans), Down, Pantera and Crowbar. Here, however, for the first time, Eyehategod assert a compelling case that they ought to be considered in the topic sentence of Southern metal as opposed to merely its footnote. But I digress. Southern Discomfort is Eyehategod per excellence and you should own this album. Hear it or die normal.

Review by Lee Steadham

Review date: 03/2000

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10 Years Of Abuse (and Still Broke)

Eyehategod - 10 Years Of Abuse (and Still Broke) ©2001 Century Media
1. Left To Starve
2. Hit A Girl
3. Depress
4. Children Of God
5. White Nigger
6. Depress
7. Take As Needed For Pain
8. My Name Is God (I Hate You)
9. Lack Of Almost Everything
10. Blood Money
11. Children Of God
12. Sister Fucker (part I) & Sister Fucker (part II)
13. 30$ Bag
14. Zero Nowhere
15. Methamphetamine

Essentially a live album, this not-quite-retrospective culls tracks from an old demo jam session, a middle-aged radio set, and a new German concert. All of the songs have appeared, in some form or another, on studio releases, so the purpose this collection serves is to illustrate that the band's formula hasn't really changed over time, except to move laterally along their "classic" style. Of note in this arena are the specific recordings chosen for inclusion; apparently, the band members spent a good deal of time choosing what would end up on this disc, and they did an admirable job. I especially like the repetition of the songs "Depress" and "Children of God", both originally from the 1990 demo but revisited in the two later recordings. The (positive) changes in both are representative of the aforementioned lateral shifting within an identifiable sonic bent.

The sound quality on this disc isn't ever exceptional, with the demo being the worst of the lot and the radio appearance being the best, though the intent of the songs is never lost. This music, raw as it is, isn't suited for anything pristine and immaculate in the first place. To that end, such standard Eyehategod fare as squealing feedback, Mike Williams' inhuman vocalizations, and slow, fuzzy (albeit catchy) guitar patterns are all intact here. To chronicle any of them in great detail would be to rehash what many others have said before. Established Eyehategod fans will buy this album for the live material, as there are no non-album songs, and an interested few might check it out for its cross-section of developmental periods. Ultimately, nothing the band ever does will convert any Donny Osmond fans...fortunately for them, that wasn't ever the intention.

Review by C. LeRoux

Review date: 06/2001

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