It’s been a while between really good metal for ol’ mate Saarsy here, but Oozing Wound are the kind of pus-filled wart ready to explode devilish juices over your ears that I’ve been looking for.
They’ve been kicking around for a while, a Chicago three-piece that knows how to shred skin like no-one’s business. Conan are quaking in their boots right now. Their riffs are blinding, and squeal with venomous rage, pulverising the senses into submission. Half doom metal, but with thrash tendencies, Oozing Wound are about as heavy-as-fuck you can get without breaking through the Earth’s core due to this planet’s weight restrictions.
They’ve got a new one out called “Going Through the Motions Til I Die”, a demonic howling of bloody riffage that’d make Sepultura proud. Featuring a garage, mistaken identity and members of Heavy Times and Unmanned Ship, there’s a plot twist in here that makes American History X’s pivotal scene paltry in comparison.