Some bands write songs. These maniacs in Liguria build collapsing wormholes and then jump inside. Sideral Voivod isn’t polished, it’s not safe, it’s a fuzz-drunk meteor crash rolling downhill until it smokes out the neighborhood. Heavy grooves that lurch and stagger, riffs like molten concrete, bass throb that sounds more animal than instrument.
You can smell the ash and beer foam in this thing. There’s psych acid flickers in the corner, but they never go pretty – it’s the kind of hallucination that leaves you sweating in a bathroom stall, not drifting on a beach. Doom and sludge get bent into weird angles, as if Melvins and Stooges jammed under a broken neon sign while L7 poured gasoline on the floor.
The trio plays like they’re pulling at opposite directions and somehow holding together. De Luca’s bass is a sledge, Viola plays drums like an accident in progress, Camurati’s guitar keeps shape-shifting – one second a riff the size of a factory wall, the next a fried signal clawing at space dust. It’s sloppy, it’s perfect, it’s loud enough to peel enamel.
Don’t look for clean storytelling. The sci-fi here is pulp madness: Sasquatch visions, space paranoia, monsters that drink as hard as they crush cities. The record doesn’t unfold, it convulses. Half the time it sounds like the amps are about to fall over, which is exactly the point.
In a scene crowded with desert cosplay bands trying to be Kyuss in a practice room, Godzilla Was Too Drunk To Destroy Tokyo sounds like they actually saw the UFO and decided to ride it till it burned out. Sideral Voivod is ugly, hilarious, heavy as sin, and alive in a way too few records dare anymore.
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Released by Octopus Rising on September 19, 2025
Music source for review – Grand Sounds PR
