EYEHATEGOD

There’s no polish and no redemption – only the raw sound of desperation turned into music. For over three decades, New Orleans’ EYEHATEGOD have embodied the essence of sludge metal: a brutal fusion of doom, punk, and blues, steeped in noise, rust and sweat.

The guitars hang thick in the air like southern humidity, distorted and screeching like metal grinding on metal. The drums stumble and snarl, barely holding together, driven by sheer willpower. And at the center stands Mike IX Williams – hoarse, furious and painfully human.

EYEHATEGOD doesn’t play music to save you – they tear the mask off and show what’s underneath. Their shows feel like a breakdown slowly turning into catharsis: southern metal at its dirtiest and most honest.