Last few weeks, I've only really been listening to really heavy, doomy, sludgy, bearded-ass shit. So this EP from North Carolina-based Caltrop makes a pleasant change for me.

Oh, no. Hold on. It doesn't. at all.

Big chunky guitars, beards, Melvins, Sabbath, the occasional wibbly solo, yup, yup, yup, lovely, lovely.

Caltrop - EP

It's self-released, so I'd have to be a complete cunt not to recommend that you buy it from their website if you enjoy it. And you will. Cos you're not a poof, right? A big girly poof who likes putting on poofy dresses and dancing around to poofy songs about hugging men and touching their chests? Nah, you're not. You're a MAN made out of brawn and monster trucks who likes wrasslin' and doesn't understand cushions. That's you, that is. Yeah. You're probably not even reading this right now, because you're tearing the windpipe out of an angry boar with your fucking teeth. Which is exactly why you'll love this EP.