Originally formed in the unrelenting heat of Corpus Christi, Texas, Wailin Storms migrated east and ended up in Durham, North Carolina. Their sound is justly a mix of doom-punk and swampy rock, as elements of their prior and current surroundings culminate into a unique and volatile brew. Stamped with eerily dark and ominous vocal elements reminiscent of bluesy masters like Howlin' Wolf and Samhain, and musically carved from the Southern American East Coast with emotive nods to Destruction Unit, Clockleaner, Unsane, and Pussy Galore, the band's output is incessantly passionate and harrowing in its entirety. Think the Murder City Devils... but if they actually murdered people under possession by the god-damned devil.

After two successful EPs ? 2011's Bone Colored Moon and 2014's Shiver ? the band issues their debut LP, One Foot In The Flesh Grave, as a warning shot to all things safe, prescribed, and banal. Wailin Storms' deep, dark, swampy and catchy-as-all-hell new material bears seven hymns for the ongoing funeral procession of everyday life. Crossing its path bestows the karmic powers of a black cat in reverse.