Fuckin' Iron Monkey. From their mid-'90s inception to their late-'90s end, they were always a litmus band, testing the scientific proposition, "How much abuse can the human ear take?" Plenty of people out there say they like Eyehategod. A few of them might even mean it. But if you're walking around with an Iron Monkey backpatch, that's a different level entirely. You'd best be on board the whole way, lest the gods of sludgy justice deliver a boot-stomp ass-whooping from on high. Because that's how they roll. If there's anything retained in both Iron Monkey and Our Problem in the years since their release - other than the stellar drumming of Justin Greaves, who later went on to join Electric Wizard and form the artsy dark folk collective Crippled Black Phoenix - it's the raw anti-sociability of the band's sound. They didn't invent what they did, but there was something to the fuck-all abrasion of songs like "Web of Piss" and "Supagorgonizer" that few sludge bands of their era managed to capture. Call it sincerity, call it just the right mix, it's irrelevant at this point because, whatever it is, it simply is. At least we have it on these two discs.