Ask any New Yorker what makes them special and they’ll all tell you something different. But there’s something very particular about a city so condensed with a vast range of humanity all facing myriad, daily challenges that gives its rock music a brash, direct aggression unlike other places. Case in point: NYC trio Blackout’s take on doom and stoner rock is filled with a gritty, mechanistic heft unlike bands of their ilk from anywhere else. 
Subsumed within the greasy grooves of The Horse are echoes of NYC heavy legends like Helmet, Cro-Mags, Judge, Prong and others—not as an intentional homage, but rather a vibe that permeates and inadvertently gives it a unique power few can match. 
After a brief hiatus between the March 2015 release of their self-titled sophomore album on Riding Easy Records, the band has regrouped and (ahem) gotten back on The Horse for an eight-song blast of riffs that does not fuck around. It was recorded over four days in September 2016 at Spaceman Sound in Brooklyn’s Greenpoint neighborhood, a whirlwind session laced with loads of buds, Petey’s burgers and lipstick. 
What you have before you now is a messy plate of meat, slathered in weird sauces. A haunted steak from from Centaurus A to sink your tingling fangs into. Sit back, crack a semi cold one, maybe get some snacks… and turn this motherfucker up to 8.