Some bands grow on you. Molosser Crude? They grew with me. I've been following Jan and Tess for three years now, and every release feels like a deeper dive into a sound that's equal parts raw,
strange, and strangely comforting.
Slave to the Voices is no exception. This track crawls out of the speakers like something ancient, wounded, and wise. No flashy solos, no gimmicks – just guitar, drums, voice, and a heavy sense
of unease that sticks to your skin. The groove lurches forward like a slow-moving beast, while Tess sings like she's been having deep, uncomfortable conversations with her own shadows.
There’s something hypnotic about the way the song breathes – patient, tense, like it’s waiting for something terrible to happen. Jan’s guitar tone is dry and dusty, like it’s been aged in a
cellar with red wine and regret. And as always, the chemistry between these two is off the charts. It’s not tight in the studio-perfection sense, it’s connected – like they’re feeling their way
through a fog together, guided only by gut and guts.
Molosser Crude never go for the easy hook. They go for the gut feeling, the instinct, the stuff that lives below the surface. And Slave to the Voices is exactly that: a murky, moody, magnificent
piece of minimalist doom-blues that doesn't ask for attention – it demands silence, and then slowly devours you.
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