You can’t talk someone into Slugdge. The name immediately erects a barrier that’s only toppled by someone hearing Slugdge. Sure, you could explain that this UK duo do a grinding, melo-accented, cosmic groove that places them on the pedestal of Carcass, Edge Of Sanity, and Arcturus. But people will only see the interstellar ancient slug concept, and in a SERIOUS genre about SERIOUS things like zombies, dragons, and bullet belts, that’s not serious enough. But they’ll come around once you sneak Gastronomicon under their guard. They’ll hear the irresistible winding leads and giddy bombast of “Lettuce Prey” and the driving trems and spine-shifting riffs of “Invertahate.” Then they too will praise Mollusca the Greatfather across their social media platforms, and you’ll say, “Hey, I tried to tell you.” –Ian [LISTEN]