From Deaf sparrow - http://www.deafsparrow.com/moloch-review.htm

Simplicity is key. It is for me. It is for you. And it is for doom. And it sure as hell it is for Moloch too. Starting with the stark real death images that adorn this introductory EP and ending with the Grief-esque material they seem so fond of, this UK quartet is all about going back to basics and delivering a straight-up, zero-gimmicks, strike no poses, sludge platter. So yeah, listen to this with a bib. A very big bib. I guarantee you that by the time the last brown note of “Repulsion” fades, there will be drool and mucus all over it.

Gotta love Moloch’s gritty realism. And I am talking about their music, not about the design nor their taste for crime. Doom is best when naked of artifices. When substracted from gothic cheese, clean aerodynamic lines and melodic vocals. Moloch prove that you need not to reinvent the wheel to record songs that are worth checking out.  Yes, like I said before, think of Grief. Period.  Can’t have enough of that? Got Moloch?

It’s a matter of taste. The total anti musicality. Their predisposition for ugliness. Their naked approach; the fat, chunky and beyond simple guitar notes reverberating to no end.

The name of the guitarist is Rob. That’s it. No need for last names. He plays the guitar in the same monotone fashion we’ve all come to love of doom. Chris is the name of the vocalist. Again, think of Grief. Think of Eyehategod. It’s not about originality. It’s not even about being a tribute act. It’s about doom and challenge. A challenge to your senses. And being as ugly as possible and willing to put you down like a dog out of its misery.

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Do you know why on july 1th 2008 it was a celebrate party at Satan's den with sluts and vodka? Because on this day a MOLOCH's s/t vinyl was  released. Brand new sludge treasure from UK, including four filth-filled tracks for almost 25 minutes total playing time. SHIFTY RECORDS and  FEAST OF TENTACLES have taken care to print a half of thousand utter black vinyls. So five hundred bastards are lucky to enjoy of groovy and dense MOLOCH sounds.
Ultra heavy beginning of vinyl - "Thy Grief" - will show you what this stuff is all about. Really heavy, filthy, blackened and hate-filled sludge. Awesome! Slow drum movements with sufficiently various riff work sounds fucking crushing!!! Sick harsh screams paint this heavy dejection with even more disgust and hopelessness. Their music is mainly minimalistic and slow but with some raging moments. There're also some stoner doom tunes. Imagine a brawny and loathsome result of mixing WEEDEATER with GOLDEN GORILLA! Dirty sludge, goddamit!!
If you want a description of the whole album just imagine - you walk on the road, then by accident stumble and fall down in a puddle of dirt right on your face. You want to get up, but someone presses your face by the boot back into a puddle. So you're forced to wallow choking with filth. How you like that?! So you will feel something in this way while MOLOCH will infect your organism.
Awesome band and recommended for those whose existence is coloured in black!
The mini-album exists in two formats - 10" and CD. Ten inch vinyl packaged pretty fucking cool. Comes in fold out completely b/w cover with the booklet which made as a little book with 'album' sheets. First and last sheets are of dark brown colour. The booklet contains all lyrics, information about release and photos of dead people of the beginning or the middle of XX century. On the main cover a deadman lies on the rails overgrown with grass. Limited edition of 500 copies, as i said it before.
The CD version was released through canadian label CHOKING HAZARD RECORDS. This edition also limited to 500 copies. Well done digital version of this great mini-album, comes in standard box with excellent printed 16-page booklet with all lyrics and a huge corpse-photo in the middle of booklet. All artworks are b/w as the vinyl has.
A must have? Hell yeah, but will be more convincingly to say it will be a disaster for you to not own this great piece of sludge shit!!!

9/10

Taken from Halo of Flies -

MOLOCH - s/t CD (choking hazard)
totally dirged out Eyehategod heaviness feat. members of the exceptional Braindead and Army of Flying Robots. this is ugly stuff, and no wonder its from the twisted bastards in the above bands and they are soon to be on a split LP w/THOU. this is hitting rock bottom, hateful, ugly stuff. photos of dead folks adorn the booklet. hate life. it hates you.
got it?

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Sickening snailtrail rot from the UK that sounds more Nawlins' than most, Moloch evoke the swampy dirge of Eyehategod (bigtime) and EHG proteges Weedeater and Iron Monkey on this four song debut that jams a nonstop battery of crushing blooze-stained boogie in just under thirty minutes. The recipe is cribbed straight from Eyehategod's guidebook, equal parts feral hardcore and Sabbath doom, and the southern-flavored riffage owes everything to Jimmy Bower's bastardization of Iommi's guitar playing. It's nothing new, but sludge fans will dig the way that Moloch are able to color this sound with their own shade of grime, dropping the tempo to about a quarter speed and incorporating lengthy samples of film dialogue and demonic screams into a couple of the slowest sections that trade off with the singer's hideous quasi-death metal belch. I say "slowest" sections, but this entire disc is beyond lethargic, which is where Moloch mainly deviate from their Eyehategod worship. Occasionally the sludge will erupt into a crushing midtempo groove, but those rocking parts are very few and very far between...the music mostly moves at a torturous crawl, the pace more like the tectonic movement of bands like Noothgrush and Corrupted, but always with that bluesy bayou swing, the bloated bass oozing distorted riffs that crawl over the slow motion drum blasts, the drums sometimes pulling back completely to allow the riff to change shape before crashing back in like a rockslide. And if you like yer slug-metal totally devoid of light or hope, Moloch deliver, emitting toxic fumes that are rank with a hatred of humanity and suffocating misanthopic worldview that carries over into the ugly lyrics set in broken typewriter typeface and the stark black and white photos in the booklet of murder victims Sunny day music this definitely ain't. If you can't get enough negatory, life-hating, ultra-crushing sludge metal in yer life, and reguarly groove on the likes of EHG, Grief, Fistula, Weedeater, Cavity, Iron Monkey, etc., this'll satisfy yer cravings.

taken from Ninehertz

http://www.ninehertz.co.uk/viewitem/3572

Moloch have been praised much on these pages, their stinking brand of New Orleans inspired sludge has caught the right aesthetics and nuances of the genre that so many of these bands miss to make them one of the UK's best hopes that sludge is very much alive.

On the heels of a well-received demo, the band have seen fit to release this four-track EP on us with more of the same.

But this time around the vocals are more scratched-blackboard and bad beer-soaked than before, the drums clatter with a honed, wild-eyed fervor and the guitar and bass sound even more unpleasant.

Slow and heavy is the order of the day, with some mid-paced freak-outs thrown in for good measure, the 12" version I'm listening to looks great too, the dead body and stolen typewriter theme continued from the demo looks even better on this format (although a CD version is also available).

Songs on offer here are satisfyingly unpleasant and the live-sounding production does them justice, the excellent Stuck On A Name studios capturing the filth in songs such as "Black Water" and "Repulsion" which threaten to spill out of the speakers with tar-black mess.

Fans of the band will relish the chance to hear these new tracks, especially on the excellently-packaged vinyl version but those who have even a passing interest in things feedback-soaked should invest some time getting to know this particular demon.

by mike

taken from the sleeping shaman

http://www.thesleepingshaman.com/reviews/album/moloch.php

Moloch S/T CD 08

Moloch sound like an industrial accident. A very slow one...and a very painful one. Probably involving a lathe. And a pair of testicles. Genre: pessimist sludge (pessimisludge?) with a shit stain of Hardcore. Recorded in April of this year, this twenty five minute four track e.p. is like a crushed ballbag in a dirty factory. Filthy, agonising, putrid spite shite. I expect all the band members to have rancid breath and open sores on their private parts. Moloch are based in Nottingham, a city I have spent much of my fabled leisure time in as a greasy young man (as a result of growing up in a town about forty minutes away by car), either going to little hardcore gigs or browsing through the racks at 'Selectadisc'. Notts might be lacking a strong 'scene' nowadays and may be riddled with gang crime and bad urban vibes, but let us not forget that the immortal Iron Monkey came riffing it, like mutant bastard Iommi's, out of this city in the friggin' indie soaked nineties. One point the Daily Mail completely overlooks when it decides to commission another scathing panic article about this historic city.

If you love the hateful hellsoup of EHG, Grief, Corrupted, Fistula, etc. then this will definitely make your anus tingle. 'Thy Grief' starts with the traditional rising wave of feedback and sample of mentally ill person (a furiously hysterical woman). An elephantine riff vomits out and plods along like a wounded prehistoric beast until the tempo changes from sloth to mid. Vocalist Chris (we can only guess his fiendish surname – Smith?) gurgles and roars in a manner that we have come to expect from such artistes. I hope his speaking voice sounds the same. That would be cool: "All right Chris?" chirps up Rob the guitarist. "Yeeeeaaaaaaaahh maaaaate" he screams casually.

Needless to say, 'Thy Grief' is a brutal seven minute plus chunk of depressed bile rock. The fantastically titled 'Who is This Who is Coming?' follows in a similar varicose vein. There is something very likeable about Moloch is the sense of big big space in their music, created by the drums temporarily stopping to let the lumbering chords change, and then crashing/ thumping back in. Sounds fucking evil. Actually I bet they're really nice lads with morals and everything, and not at all like Fred West or Rupert Murdoch. But I bet they could do over Deicide in a fight.

'Black Water' starts with bloated earthworm bass, all wriggling and coiling along, making all the little girls feel sick. Moloch are up and lurching along like a sedated Godzilla, crunching and fuzzing and farting out recycled slug paced HC riffs. Slow they may be (and so they should be), but the lazy bum beast that is Moloch occasionally breaks into a gallop that must make the drummer sweat down his arse crack like an unfit brick layer. Last track 'Repulsion' is an eight minute journey down the U-bend and into the rotting shit of other people: all flailing about, gnashing your teeth and pulling out bits of your eczematic sideburns because you've misplaced your anti-depressants again. Samples, screams, riffs, repressed libidinous energy.

Moloch are a misanthropic sludge band. They're not the first, and they probably won't be the last. They are not original. If it's sludge, then usually I don't care. If it's post-rock, then it gets on my nips. This is a good quality well recorded release with plenty to delight any fan of misanthropic sludge. The harsh black and white photo cover of a man with his head on a train track recalls the striking stylings of Power Violence, and that very HC aesthetic of anger and despair at THE FUCKING CAPITALIST SYSTEM perfectly sums up Moloch's electric gut belch of a sound. Listen to this whilst eating whilst eating fresh Fly Agaric and drinking Absinthe, then go out and smash the windscreen of a BMW. Then have a shit outside the church doors. Then have a Pot Noodle. Then weep with existentialist terror.

Moloch – Moloch 10"

This record contains four chunky slabs of UK sludge, a ferocious offering from a band whose discography contains only one demo prior to this record's release. However, given the superbly devastating nature of Moloch's self-titled 10", you'd be forgiven for assuming these guys had been around for a lot longer. The punishing riffs that drive 'Black Water' and 'Who Is This, Who Is Coming?' would render bands like Grief and Noothgrush wishing they'd come up with them first. This is sludge as it is meant to be; slow, despairing and gripping. On the basis of this release (but perhaps not on the morbidly-themed lyrics and artwork), the future for this band is extremely bright.

Moloch are the child-devouring god they named themselves after. Prepare to be consumed.

by OUTERMOST CONSEQUENCES