Any love for siberian swamp dwellers?
For months preceding the summer of 2025 i repeatedly found myself in a bad state of mind, lacking motivation for life as it is. I considered a lot of things as many fucked in the head people would, but mainly at that time i considered giving up on music alltogether (the one thing that kept me afloat for a while and helped me crawl through the mental gutter). Something happened then, in june of said year, which made me come here in the first place.
Thinking about it now, i guess you could even call it karma or something. For the first time in my life music embraced me and i found people in my area who actually believed in things i believed (even more so than i expected, actually. Apparently, people in western siberia adore sludge and that's dope alright. Might even throw in some names for you to check out later if you want me to). After being stuck in a rut for a long time, this felt (and for me it was) a miracle.
Living it out, playing loud and slow and seing moshers go berserk was indeed close to living a dream. Unfortunately tho, nothing lasts forever, as i'm sure you all know pretty well. After a year long journey, blood, sweat and 7 gigs we are nearing the point, where the band might not exist anymore.
As a gesture of good will towards each other and for the sake of people who care for our music we decided to record a proper album with 60-70 minutes of songs that we have on our hand.
Last night, stuck at work and once again feeling like shit i was sitting there ruminating, thinking about the future and suddenly i had a certain gut feeling. There was this guy that shot first song we played at our second to last live show on some old camcorder. No one asked him, he just did. Something about this vid felt right to me. So, i uploaded it to youtube.
In the first 5 hours or so a comment popped up. It was from a 57 year old vet currently in hospice care. Not sure what i expected, but this made me realize something. In the end only thing that truly matters is music and how it makes you feel. I struggle, you struggle, life fucks us all and some get more than others.
Don't give up. Make music, be loud and say what you hate about this world or what you're currently living through. Let other people hear your frustration so you would one day help someone crawl out their own gutter just how someone helped me and you. Sludge is the music of suffering and the suffering never ends.
And for the guy in the comments, if you ever see this: thank you. I think, seeing your response alone made more difference to me than all the reactions i've seen at gigs. I hope that coming across said video made you feel better and i pray for you.
I'm sorry for taking your time with this tearjerker of a post and for the misleading title. Frankly, i have no idea how to phrase it better.
Band name is Greentongue. Song is called "human rat poison". It's about boiling over frustration with life, mental struggles and suicide through overdosing.