This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
You know how your Walkman starts to sl-o-o-o-w d-o-o-o-w-w-n-n when the batteries get low? To you it’s probably just an everyday annoyance — but to North Carolina’s Seven Foot Spleen, that’s a musical style.
And this quintet mine it for all it’s worth on Enter Therapy, 74 minutes of dinosaur-stomp drums, guitars that rumble like semi-trailers shifting uphill and incomprehensible vocals (though with song titles like Free Crutch Rental and Leech Eater, this may be a plus) that sound halfway between a blowtorch and someone trying to primal scream during a bout of the dry heaves. Relentless, evil and as subtle as a ball peen to the crotch, Seven Foot Spleen make sludge-rock acts like Melvins sound like Alvin & The Chipmunks.
