“Wellbaum and the crew craft playful, tightly instrumented visions of psychic dysfunction, inflatable lovers, worm regurgitation, cat appreciation and Satan. It’s music for long-haul road trips in busted cars, where the destination is a club that smells awful but the crowd is cool.” -- Timeout New York
Formed amidst the ashes of Leah Wellbaum’s solo project, entitled Slothbox, Slothrust was forged with drummer Will Gorin and bassist Kyle Bann. Thanks to their adept jazz & blues backbone, Slothrust plays deceivingly clever rock with a relentless, punk-as-fuck aesthetic. Though commonly compared to Sonic Youth and Nirvana, Slothrustplays a trickier game than its grunge-revivalist peers. From tender to thrashing and from dark to dorky, Slothrust is a band at constant play with its sonic dynamics and emotional spectrum, yet still manages to weave in ear-worming, cathartic hooks. The band's second full-length release, O...
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“Wellbaum and the crew craft playful, tightly instrumented visions of psychic dysfunction, inflatable lovers, worm regurgitation, cat appreciation and Satan. It’s music for long-haul road trips in busted cars, where the destination is a club that smells awful but the crowd is cool.” -- Timeout New York
Formed amidst the ashes of Leah Wellbaum’s solo project, entitled Slothbox, Slothrust was forged with drummer Will Gorin and bassist Kyle Bann. Thanks to their adept jazz & blues backbone, Slothrust plays deceivingly clever rock with a relentless, punk-as-fuck aesthetic. Though commonly compared to Sonic Youth and Nirvana, Slothrustplays a trickier game than its grunge-revivalist peers. From tender to thrashing and from dark to dorky, Slothrust is a band at constant play with its sonic dynamics and emotional spectrum, yet still manages to weave in ear-worming, cathartic hooks. The band's second full-length release, Of Course You Do, was released in February 2014 on Ba Da Bing as a follow-up to their 2012 self-released album, Feels Your Pain.
With her deep, charismatic vocals, most reminiscent of Nico with the edge of Isaac Brock circa ‘97, Wellbaum sings about alienation, awkwardness and absurdity, and damn if she doesn’t make it all sound kind of fun. “Crockpot” is a dark, yet funny and irreverent take on the struggle for human connection in a society built to make us feel isolated: “Some men purchase real dolls / to fill the void / But she don’t finish dinner and her expression never changes / Don’t shake hands with the lonely kids ’cause I hear that shit’s contagious”. “Juice” is a paean to realizing the limits of self-improvement: “My name is Leah and I drink juice every morning when I wake up but it’s no use, I’m unwell”. She evokes feeling while sounding despondent, all the while with catchy melodies – pulling off Stephen Malkmus’ Pavement-era feats of writing and delivery. On top of the solid writing and rhythm section, her playing style ranges from simple eloquence to hard-edged, aggressive guitar solos.
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