Throat Piss

A mission set forth to determine why you shouldn’t put a saxophone in your sludge band: Throat Piss takes the stage in the midst of crowd murmurs. Faintly exasperated concert goers exclaim under their breath, “I didn’t know there was a ska band on this lineup!” The deep undercurrent of blistering, low-end guitar, filled out like a supercell storm by pitch shifted, growling saxophone, driven straight to hell by unrelenting, primal drums, perfectly complemented by the feral yowls of devil-cat vocals hits the unsuspecting crowd as a coup de grâce. Now free from their erstwhile notions, the audience can writhe in undulating and rapturous glee as their senses are tantalized by a previously unknown concoction of sounds that span from the realms of sludge, through blackened doom, and sometimes even visiting a welcome moment of avant-garde jazz sincerity. This unruly and bizarre four-piece from Austin, Texas is sure to leave a mark on you.