"A sludge band hailing from Salt Lake City, Utah might feel frustrated by the environment they live in. For THE DITCH AND THE DELTA, their upcoming album, Hives In Decline, works through the suppression and alienation of everyday life... hits like a ton of bricks." - Decibel Magazine
"The album is well constructed, a rounded experience, with three songs either side of an interlude; no weak link track, and subtle variations between them, keeping your wits on alert… a delicacy in its construction that nods towards post-metal thinking, building an emotional charge that explodes out in post-sludge brilliance." - Ninehertz
"...my words just won’t do this band justice, save to say that the first thing that comes to mind is that they are perhaps my greatest new discovery of the year so far and their mixture of mathematically progressive Neurosis infused sludge, is a breathtakingly fresh heavy infusion of all the best elements of many of your favourite bands, moulded into something genuinely exceptional and unique." - The Sludgelord
"THE DITCH AND THE DELTA craft exceptional sludge metal featuring plenty of riffs, guitar solos, and grooves, all of which are super important for sludge metal, especially come summertime... This trio is definitely one to keep an eye on, as Hives in Decline is one of the best albums of the year so far..." - Brutalitopia
"Intricate, intense and invigorating all in one, it is a totally solid slab of sound from beginning to end. I always respect a three-piece that can produce a sound with balls. And, THE DITCH AND THE DELTA have balls the size of Alpha Centauri. The craftsmanship within some songs is as delicate as lace surrounded by screaming concrete." - Skulls N Bones
released May 12, 2017
Elliot Secrist-Guitars, samples, vocals
Kory Quist-Bass, vocals
Engineered by Andy Patterson.
Mastered by Audio Siege
Arranged by The Ditch and the Delta
Music, Lyrics, Samples by Elliot Secrist, Black Lung Industries (ASCAP)
Art by Charles Bogus
Layout by Derek Ballard
"Neurosis as a stripped down, noise rock outfit" -No Echo
doom that incorporates many different
influences such as noise music and progressive metal. One may hear early Melvins or Eyehategod one minute and the next hear Intronaut or even Pure era Godflesh sounds coming from their headphones. -Hellbound
Listen closely and expose yourself, only for a moment. The swarm’s fevered pitch ascending. Overtone after overtone. Static blacks out reason. We begin to resonate in sympathy. The sound of hives in decline. Distressed, we join the static. In denial, we think we’re helping. Desperate, we scream.
Angry, on edge, unaware of time wasting.
This ringing in my ears, distractions, distortions, my own failings.
Distractions, distortions, my rage.
The sound of hives in decline.
Track Name: Fuck On Asphalt
Peeled eyelid stare. Stares of angry boys, desperate, dangerous, vicious, anonymous.
Static youth man child, suspended, surprised he’s rendered useless.
This stasis, scratch it out, through bleeding finger tips.
Go fuck yourself on asphalt
Track Name: Sleeping Dogs
it builds, it builds, it builds. It sits, it sits, it sits.
Take the worst, collect it, catalogue it, taste it.
Bitter acid tongue is my memory.
Spit, I spit. Spit.
Acid, tongue, fester.
Waiting for the moment, Spit, I spit.
Track Name: Till Body Quits
Living and dying and all between, accumulating, becoming, being, ending.
Being and body, embrace release, evaporate me.
One, one zero, We, one zeros. Push it till body quits. Push it or end it.
Track Name: Mud
He said “Listen to your dreams they mean something”, standing on her faith jerking his priesthood.
Sink, sink, sleep, sleep.
Blessing of the patriarch.
Suggestion that sets it in motion. Unraveling.
Illness fed by delusion.
Knee deep we sink then sleep.
Track Name: Dread Spectacle
Where once was rest, now springs dread. The fault of man brings the end.
We’ve found ruin.
Can’t blame it on fire flung from hands of an angry god.
We’ve found ruin.
Look to the sky, the beautiful things, ground fires ascending.
Body of mine don’t fail me now.
Our gospel, our gospel, the dread spectacle.
We’ve found ruin.