Creeping Cruds – Tennessee Bloodbath

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Creeping Cruds

Tennessee Bloodbath - Stik Man Records

If Nashville, Tennessee became ground zero for a zombie apocalypse, the end of the world would be one big rock’n party.  For proof, look no further than Nashville horror five piece the Creeping Cruds.  One part southern rock, one part punkish drive, and all parts comedic gruesome horror, the Cruds know how to make one hell of a soundtrack to the end of the world.  And it can all be found on The Creeping Cruds’ aptly named sophomore full length, Tennessee Bloodbath.

From start to finish Bloodbath is a constant reminder that horror without comedy could be so much more.  Classic B movies are enjoyable not because of the gore, but because its hard not to laugh at their ridiculous premises.  And that’s where Tennessee Bloodbath shines.  The album celebrates horror through satire, smart lyrics, and a tastefully cheesy humour.

Inserting stock sound clips from classics into a track is nothing new in the horror community, and the Cruds know this.  So instead they offer their own unique take on their source material.  For a taste, look no further than album opener,  “Blood At The Door.”  The band precludes the track with a lengthy “word of friendly warning” disclaimer modeled from the 1931 Frankenstein classic starring Borris Karloff.  Their take is ripe with not so subtle liberties, likening the content to taking admission at a live show.  In any case, its funny, tongue-in-cheek delivery does a great job of honoring and poking fun at its source material.  Similar examples can be found at various lengths throughout, with other notables occurring on “Hellhounds,” “I Killed Santa Clause,” and my personal favourite “I kicked Dracula’s Ass,” which serves as an ode to long lost, rediscovered, and oddly named horror flicks.

Part of what makes it all work so well rests in the Cruds’ over the top musical confidence.  Lead vocalist “Wolfie” commits himself completely to the role, and the band’s tongue and cheek delivery on tracks like “Meat At Three” – a tale about a cannibalistic greasy spoon and a regular patron who learns its dirty little secret and eventually develops a taste the special once his girlfriend disappears…  Is it morbid? Yep, but as with all of the Cruds’ tunes, they approach gruesome topics with a smile and a humour sure to earn a smirk from even the toughest critics.

Tennessee Bloodbath is one of those unsuspecting candidates for praise.  It’s blood filled, ghoulish cover looks like every other horror release, but what follows boats a winning combination of confidence and lyrical humour.  So even if horror isn’t your usual thing, the Creeping Cruds offer a safe bet for southern punkers looking for a good laugh.