I stumbled across these guys online totally by accident, and immediately fell under their weird spell after hearing these songs on their website. Black Elk's heavy, manic sludgy rock assault smashed into my skull like some sort of conglom of carnivorous DIY hardcore, noise rock, and metal. This eponymous album is equal parts primo Pacific Northwest sludginess a la Karp, Melvins, and early Soundgarden (back when they were one of the heaviest sludge bands to emerge from the post-punk 80's), weird angular noise rock like something that Am Rep might have puked up back in '91, but meaner and heavier, and the distinctive snarl of Die Kruezen, all distilled into a goatheaded psychedelic backwoods dance party that has risen to a freakin' fever pitch and which threatens to leave you in a bag by the river when it's all said and done. Total fucking crush. Produced by Mike Lastra at Smegma Studios (EARTH, THRONES, JACKIE O MOTHERFUCKER).