𝖄𝕺𝖀𝕬𝕽𝕰𝕬𝕲𝕳𝕺𝕾𝕿

  One foot in the dying grunge scene of the early '90s. The other sunk deep in NOLA, the cradle of sludge metal. That's how Acid Bath were born in Louisiana. Like creatures straight out of Alan Moore's mind, prowling swamps that reek of burnt gasoline, blood, desperation, and vodka. I'm not going to talk about the cover, a painting by John Wayne Gacy. Yes, it helped the band sell a lot of records for an underground group, but it's not the heart of When the Kite String Pops. The title says it all. An impending sentence. The exact moment of anguish right before damnation. Or maybe salvation, when you're already on the gallows. Without the Melvins, the sludge scene probably wouldn't be what we know today, although it would have been born anyway. Black Sabbath, Black Flag, and Southern Rock were already there. The Melvins just brought us closer and sped up the process. But another key piece, at least in Acid Bath's sound, was Alice in Chains. It's imposs...