The guitars on Dopesick do one thing exactly, which they do with the the unhurried self-assurance of the True Believer. What they do is put old Black Sabbath riffs through a Black Flag filter. What comes out is much funkier than Black Flag, less groovy than Black Sabbath, and way, way darker than anything either of those bands ever did. Throughout, there's a singer who never even approaches intelligibility: he screams and screams and yowls and coughs. His lyrics read like something the surrealists might have written while angry and hung over; occasionally he hawks up a clever couplet or two like "All my misery is well deserved/also well preserved" or "In opiates we trust/in hospitals we rust." Mostly, though, the vocals are there to redirect the groove.   1 2 3 4 5 6 [next]