Alright you long-haired sinners and whiskey-sippin’ road dogs—strap on that steel, flick the middle finger to heaven, and let your engines howl. The Ecstasy of Möld ain’t no album—it’s a goddamn outlaw ritual on two wheels, baptized in feedback and forged in the fires of fuzz.
The Death Wheelers, those Québécois dealers of dirty doom, roll back into town like a gang of leather-clad revenants with a trunk full of riffs and a taste for vengeance. From the moment Loud Pipes Take Lives kicks off with a grindhouse growl, it’s clear: this ain’t no peace-and-love bullshit—it’s war on the highway, baby.
Every track is soaked in gasoline and dripping with the sweat of a thousand back-alley bar fights. Guitars scream like banshees on bad acid, drums pound like a crank-fueled fistfight, and that bass? It rumbles like a V8 death machine tearing through Satan’s front yard. Homicidal Maniacs swings a chain at your teeth, Un Pneu Dans La Tombe rides the cosmic slipstream into the void, and the title track—hell, that thing’s like Motörhead making a B-Movie Biker film in a junkyard.
Max “The Axe” Tremblay leads this gang like a denim-clad warlord, summoning riffs so filthy you’ll wanna shower after every listen. But don’t bother—this music wants you dirty. It wants you high, low, and halfway to dead.
This is no record for the weak or the washed. The Ecstasy of Möld is a blood-soaked love letter to the devil-may-care days of biker flicks, burned-out reels, and rock ‘n’ roll with a switchblade in its boot.
So light that smoke, crack that beer, and open the throttle. The Death Wheelers just gave us the soundtrack to our final ride—and it’s louder, nastier, and sleazier than ever.
-Helge Neumann
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