Nine Mile Woods is the closest your ears will ever come to the feeling of being violated in your back door — and East Coast metal-heads Gallactus will be smiling the whole time they’re making you squeal like a pig. Dirty, under-produced sludge-metal on speed, Nine Mile Woods takes the most abrasive elements of Discharge, Venom and Dukes of Nothing and amplifies those already-furious bands by another notch or two. From a gurgling, demonic vocal attack that is virtually all static to thunderous drums worthy of The Melvins, with crunchy guitars bleating away in between, there is much to be impressed with. Occasionally, they do slow down to a Clutch-ish pace, but they still refuse to lay off the overdrive, creating an imposing atmosphere and effective dynamics. One walks away from Nine Mile Woods feeling as if something is out of place internally, but the incident causing the torment was entirely enjoyable. Canadian stoner rock — if one can call surly dudes wanting to bite your head off “stoners” — is clearly spawned somewhere in the depths of hell.