Here at HARD FEELINGS headquarters, the house band is always SOLLUBI. This group of degenerates has amazed my ears with two stellar releases: their debut CD “At War With Decency,” and “The Struggle,” a 36+ minute dirge issued on a split with Aquilonian (ex-Bongzilla.) Both discs are available from Choking Hazard Records.
In Naked Lunch, William S. Burroughs refers to the Sollubi as “an untouchable caste in Arabia noted for their abject vileness.” The band lives down to this description in all departments: instrumental, lyrical, and most of all, vocal – the hostile snarling of frontman Jesse Kling is a perfect match for the psychedelic bum-trip riffs and lyrics of guitarist Griff. Scott Stearns (bass) and Corey Bing (drums) provide the heavy rhythmic damage.
“Ours is the sound…the sound that defies all interest,” goes the refrain in “Underage Drinking Party,” and these guys sure know how to weed out the poseurs. Sing along with Kling: “There was a sexual assault…at the underage drinking party…and no one was surprised… and no one gave one fuck.” (Technically, at least one fuck must have been given if a sexual assault took place, but why argue with a nihilist?)
The title track of “At War With Decency” is 28 minutes of total negation. (It’s worth looking at the lyrics.) Throughout the disc, the band produces hateful, slow and horrible sounds with the kind of ugliness that only the truly sick-minded can achieve.
‘”The Struggle” really ups the ante not only in its grueling running time (a brutal endurance test best suited to the drugged and unemployed) but also in its chilling white-trash narrative. The song tells of a bound-and-cuffed motel-room scumfest in which subhumans become sordid “superstars” (presumably on Cops). The band builds a gigantic tower of instrumental doom, and when Kling starts to vocalize, the song just paralyzes. The grand finale, in which the mantra dissolves into a menacing wash of electronic noise (also courtesy of Kling) reminds me very much of what my cousin and bandmate Philip Markonish once said in a songwriting “strategy session” (cough, cough) for our doom band Blood Farmers: “We need to go for the slo-mo, gaseous ending.” In “The Struggle,” Sollubi takes this concept to its most radical extreme; the question is, what will these freaks do next?
In the meantime, Griff hosts a radio show called MY GHETTO in which he brings the ultra-heavy on a weekly basis to CHSR 97.9 FM in Fredericton, New Brunswick, Cana-duh. (Just to get the swinish graft right out in the open here, I’ll be guest-hosting an episode soon.)
Members of Sollubi also play (or have played) in Fistula, the Pennsylvania Connection, Rape-X, Cough Suppressant Alcoholics, and other insalubrious outfits. If you like Kil-Slug, Upside-Down Cross, Black Flag, Flipper, St. Vitus, Post Mortem, or if you just hate everything, then you will dig on this noise.
Most people won’t give one fuck.