Meatdripper is an entity summoned from the remnants of punk, experimental, and noise rock bands. Forged in the industrial haze of Birmingham, this band was never meant to exist—a sound like this belongs in some forgotten desert, preaching fuzzed-out doom to lizards and ghosts.
We first had the pleasure of hosting Meatdripper at the HOM five-year anniversary show—their debut live performance—and it was a revelation. Rooted in the molten core of psych, doom, and stoner rock, they conjure hypnotic grooves, tectonic riffs, and the occasional hallucinatory sermon from beyond the veil. Their sound warps like heat rising off asphalt, blurring the lines between raw aggression and eerie transcendence. This is a trip you won’t come back from unscathed.
