Some records don’t just hit you – they knock your damn teeth out, and you’re still thankful because it feels so good. “Apocalypso” by Supernaughty is exactly that: heavy, filthy, anthemic, and dripping with groove. Album number three for the Italians, their first on Ripple Music, and from the very first second you can tell this is the moment they fully arrive and slam the door off its hinges.
Formed in 2014 in Livorno, Angelo Fagni (vocals), Filippo Del Bimbo (guitar), Luca Raffoni (bass), and Alessio Franceschi (drums) have clawed their way through the underground, dropped two records on Argonauta, and sharpened their blades in the process. With “Apocalypso,” they shove the amps into the red, drag a few extra tons of sludge and metal into the mix – and suddenly the whole stoner rock universe feels a little bigger.
Opener “Poseidon” makes it crystal clear: this ain’t some lazy desert jam for people half asleep on weed and warm beer – it’s a goddamn volcanic eruption. Franceschi beats the kit like it owes him money, Del Bimbo’s riffs crush everything in their path, Raffoni’s bass rumbles like a steel engine – and Fagni? He howls, roars, and rips through the chaos like a coked-up Odysseus steering straight into the storm.
And that’s the magic here: they don’t reinvent the wheel, they kick the fucker so hard it spins faster. “Apocalypso” feels like a muscle car road trip at 120 mph over a road full of potholes – you know it could blow at any second, but the rush is too good to stop. “Black Witch Mountain” drags you headfirst into the doom swamp, while “Queen of Babylon” eases off with some bluesy, grungy shades – before mutating back into a raging beast that’ll tear your face off.
What really kills is how effortlessly these guys digest their influences. Sure, you’ll hear Kyuss, Alice in Chains, a sniff of Orange Goblin. But Supernaughty don’t sound like clones – they sound like lifers chiseling riffs out of stone, grinning like maniacs while they do it. “Amsterdamned” is a fuzz-drenched trip that builds until it detonates, while “Weird Science” grooves with a sly grin, like someone spiked doom metal with cheap beer and bad intentions.
And that title: “Apocalypso.” Heavy as hell, gloriously over the top, myth-soaked and ridiculous in the best possible way. Exactly what rock should be. By the end of the record, you don’t feel crushed – you feel set free, like you’ve screamed, sweated, and left half your baggage in the dust and feedback.
Bottom line: “Apocalypso” isn’t meant to sit pretty on a shelf – it wants to be loud, to spill your drink, to wreck your neck, and to live inside your bloodstream. Ripple Music picked the right band at the right fucking time, and what we’ve got here is essential gear for long nights, full glasses, and endless grooves.
Vinyl via Ripple Music 🙏🏻💯
-Helge Neumann
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