Release Date August 14th, 2026
Format Digital
Genre Doom/Sludge Metal
Origin Canada
Destroy My Brains come from Lloydminster, Canada, and play doom-sludge metal soaked in self destruction, trauma and addiction. Their discography runs through "Worthless" (2018), "InsignifiCan't" (2020), "Lifeless" (2020) and "Tormented" (2022), and the first letters of those four titles spell out the name of the album that closes the run. Jarret handles vocals and guitar, Chase plays the second guitar, Rob is on bass and Jadan sits behind the drums. "Wilt" is their fifth album and the final chapter of that run, released independently.
Seven tracks fill just under an hour, and the sludge is heavy from the first riff. Chugs crawl low, the grooves pound, Jadan plays the drums slow and brutal, Rob's bass fills the bottom end and Jarret screams in a scorched voice that stays at full fury for the whole album. The production leaves the guitars of Jarret and Chase raw and wide, the right call for tracks about ruin. The tracks rest on slow riffs that grind in place, and they gain the most when something shifts: "Burn The Virgin" opens with an eerie melody before it sinks into suffocating doom, "Avulsion" crawls through the bleakest stretch of the album, and "Downgrade" brings a punk rooted pulse right when the pace needs a jolt. Variety stays thin, since that melody and the punk roots of "Downgrade" are the only turns away from the crawl, and the cost shows in the length.
"Burn The Virgin", "Spill" and "Wilt" take more than half of the runtime, and on one slow gear the ideas stretch to cover the minutes, most obvious when the title track closes at nearly twelve minutes after "Spill" already ran close to ten. The lyrics go straight at the wound: bodily tearing as a picture of lifelong torment in "Avulsion", and child abuse in "Wilt", which opens on a line about the child destroyed within. "Burn The Virgin" tells a Walpurgisnacht sacrifice story, an occult tale that sits apart from the confessions around it. Sequencing follows the fall, with the compulsion of "OCI (Obsessive Compulsive Imploder)" opening the descent and the abuse in "Wilt" closing it, so the album reads as one slide into a single wound. A crushing, bleak closing chapter held back by runtimes that outlast the riffs.
|7.5
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