If you thought you'd heard everything bluesy rock had to offer, then you sure as hell haven't reckoned with The Black Furs! "Songs About Lust and Self Destruction" isn't just an album—it's a hellish trip through the seedy heart of the rock underground, so raw it'll leave the grime stuck under your nails for days.
These Argentinian madmen unleash a blues-drenched doom onslaught that sounds like The Stooges and Electric Wizard were locked in a smoke-filled dive bar with nothing but whiskey and broken amps. The bass rumbles like a dark omen, the drums pound like an unchained demon, and the guitars? They scream, wail, and sing of sin and decay, while the vocals shift between a hellish sermon and feverish whispers.
Every track is a ride on a razor's edge—a sweaty, filthy excess that reeks of leather, lust, and burned-out amps. There’s no fine-tuning here, no compromises—just pure, unfiltered chaos. And that’s exactly what makes this album so damn alive.
If you're ready for a dose of untamed rock 'n' roll with a splash of doom and a whole lot of sleaze, Songs About Lust and Self Destruction is waiting for you. But be warned: there’s no turning back.
-Helge Neumann
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