The death rattle of Japan’s Coffins is impossible to ignore. They sling sludge and dole out doom with serrated guitars and rumbling bass that is only slightly lower than the gurgles that color The Fleshland in hues of grey and black.

These guys have been at it for years, and it shows. They have hollowed out their own echo chamber, and they fill it with acidic fumes, best exhibited on the menacing “Hellbringer” and the acetone “No Saviour.” Unfortunately, the overdriven assault does tire under the weight of monotony, rendering later tracks like “Dishuman” and “The Unhallowed Tide” flat.

One thing is certainly true of Coffins: doom is their sound, and they are good at what they do. The Fleshland shows them in the sweet spot, a place where they seem more than happy to remain stuck in the muck.

The Fleshland is out now on Relapse Records.

Rating: 3/5 Stars