I wish I had gotten into Drowningman sooner than I did. It wasn’t until well after I started American Aftermath in 2010 that I got the band brought to my attention. I quickly found myself listening to the band nonstop, but the album that I found myself infatuated with was one that I wouldn’t physically own until years later. Now, while I loved the band so much, I had fallen out of touch with them over the years and it wasn’t until a few months ago when I received a grab bag of albums from Hydra Head Records that I got Busy Signal At The Suicide Hotline back in my head and in my hands. What a hell of a debut album this was… Continue Reading
A stark white album cover with some spots of blood and a tooth. Simplistic font with the name of the album and the band name. Song titles as funny and dark as they are long. An abrasive tone and style wholly their own and introspective, pensive, yet upfront and in-your-face lyrics that equally cause one to think what the singer is talking about, but know that the dude, and the band, are pissed off. Drowningman’s second proper LP Rock and Roll Killing Machine has all of this and more, creating an album that is at times beautiful, sarcastically funny, and scalding like acid.