Blog: The Ripple Effect

What follows, gentle reader, is my experience of their newest LP, Blood for the Master, wherein it may be safely assumed that your narrator is most thoroughly on said New Orleans-based black/death/thrash 'n' roll band's proverbial dick. Short version: Goatwhore are a blackened, thrash 'n' roll Mötorhead. Blood for the Master solidifies this assessment. Take that as you will. (And call me over-analytical, but it amuses me that a band from the bottom of the Mississippi Delta, New Orleans, my home, can sound so much like an evolution of a band from the [...]