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The Devil in the Sea
Heart vs. Spine

Acerbic Noise (2008) Michael

The Devil in the Sea – Heart vs. Spine cover artwork
The Devil in the Sea – Heart vs. Spine — Acerbic Noise, 2008

Within moments of pressing play on Heart vs. Spine it comes as no surprise that The Devil and the Sea call Louisiana home. These southern bangers have delivered a sixty-minute soundtrack perfect for touring the bayou. The Devil and the Sea follow like so many others in the line of Sabbath worshipers, but with a modern take, and a little experimentation. Whether the band is sludging through a ten-minute monster or bashing its way through a four-minute rager, there is always a focus to deliver killer riffs. If the last bands you saw live were High on Fire, Torche, and Baroness then there is no reason to pass up on The Devil and the Sea.

7.0 / 10Michael • June 16, 2008

The Devil in the Sea – Heart vs. Spine cover artwork
The Devil in the Sea – Heart vs. Spine — Acerbic Noise, 2008

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