Black Diamond Heavies

This is the sound of a Pentecostal revival meeting held in a dive bar at 3 AM. It is heavy, distorted, and dangerously rhythmic, anchored by a Fender Rhodes that sounds like it is being played with a sledgehammer. The absence of a guitar is never felt; the keys provide both the melodic grit and the low-end rumble, creating a wall of sound that feels both ancient and modern.

What truly sets them apart is the vocal delivery of John Wesley Myers, whose voice sounds like it was cured in a smokehouse and rinsed with cheap bourbon. It is a raspy, guttural growl that carries the weight of a hundred years of blues history while maintaining the frantic, nihilistic energy of a punk show. The drumming is equally relentless, providing a primitive, driving force that demands movement.

Start with 'Every Damn Time' to hear the band at their peak of studio-captured ferocity. If you want to feel the sweat and the feedback, 'Alive as Fuck' captures the chaotic, 'demon-possessed' energy of their live performances that made them legends on the touring circuit.