Release Date April 24th, 2026
Format CD/LP
Genre Doom/Stoner Metal
Origin Belgium
Hailing from the rainy streets of Mechelen, Belgium, Witch Piss emerged in 2022 featuring a couple of heavy hitters from the doom squad Marche Funèbre. These guys didn't waste time, dropping an EP in 2023 and hitting the stage with titans like The Obsessed and Belzebong to prove they could handle the smoke. Now, they’ve finally vomited up their debut full-length, bringing a sound they call Mississippi Goat Worship to the masses. It’s a swampy, booze-soaked trip that smells like old leather and bad decisions, fueled by five dudes who clearly spend too much time in the basement with their amps turned all the way up.
If you’re looking for a Sunday school picnic, get out now because "The Devil Doesn’t Burn" is a thick, hazy beast that wants to drag you into the mud. The vibe on this record is total delirium; it’s like being trapped in a 1970s horror flick where the zombies are actually just hairy dudes with Rickenbacker basses. The opening assault of "Black Tongue Driven" sets a bleak pace, leaning into those midnight riffs that make your ribcage rattle. The vocals have this toasted, drunken drawl that sounds like the singer has been gargling gravel and cheap bourbon, which is exactly how this kind of metal should sound if it wants to stay honest.
There’s a loose, swinging energy here that keeps the album from getting stuck in the usual doom-and-gloom rut. "Bad Juju" hits with a rolling tide of guitars that feel heavy enough to flatten a house, yet it keeps a certain swagger that’ll have you nodding along while your brain turns to mush. When "Wolf Cries Boy" kicks in, the intensity spikes and the voodoo whispers start getting louder, making the whole experience feel like a fever dream you aren't quite ready to wake up from.
One of the best moments has to be "Catelyn’s Broken Hope," which acts as a total battering ram. It’s got a killer chorus that sticks in your head like a burr, surrounded by a starburst of lead guitar work that actually has some soul behind it. The production is thick and textured, giving the guitars enough room to bleed into each other without losing that raw, live-in-the-studio stinking heat. It’s the kind of sound that makes you want to smash things, but in a way that feels totally justified by the end of the night.
By the time the final echoes of "Rubicon River" fade out, you’ve basically crossed the point of no return. Witch Piss isn't here to play nice or give you a polished radio hit; they’re here to provide a soundtrack for the end of the world. It’s a debut that hits the mark for anyone who worships at the altar of the riff. It’s high-energy, it’s soaked in sweat, and it’s got enough attitudes to make the devil himself take a step back. If you want to lose your mind for forty minutes, this is the trip you need to take. Τhat groove digs into the earth.
Score: 7.5
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