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"So what happens when a band cooks up a bunch of songs that defy genres and is able to channel their influences through the lens of honesty? This is just the case with Wailin Storms, whose soon to be released album One Foot In The Flesh Grave sounds like a morbid plate of hot grits covered in zombie blood. This band knows how to write songs that channel the gothic past of the south while still keeping the ghost of Robert Johnson happy. Have a dark fucking open mind – let the Wailin Storms blow right in, and you will not be disappointed!"
- CVLT Nation - Sean Reveron
"Corpus-Christi-by-way-of-Durham’s Wailin Storms aren’t the sort of band I expect Magic Bullet records to put out. The label’s specialty is searing metallic hardcore. While there’s some metal and hardcore in the Wailin Storms sound, it mostly simmers. There’s strength in simmering: one cooks a lobster by slowly raising the heat. “Ribcage Fireplace,” like most of the other songs on the band’s upcoming debut One Foot in the Flesh Grave is a slow burner, all mounting percussion and overdriven blues chords. Just when it reaches a fever-pitch, it ends. Wailin Storms don’t overstay their welcome. The way vocalist Justin Storms caws over the din reminds me of the two most recent Wovenhand records."
- Invisible Oranges - Joseph Schafer
"...Storms, along with Bats & Mice drummer Mark Oates, lead guitarist Todd Warner and bassist Steve Stanczyk, gives these songs the heft they require. Scorching single "Ribcage Fireplace" bursts at the seams. Behind Storms' raw howl, itself a perfect hybrid of Glenn Danzig and Murder City Devils' Spencer Moody, Oates forces the band forward. Storms and Warner summon gusts of distortion and reverb while Stanczyk cuts clanging, low-end riffs through the din. It's the sort of murky maelstrom The Men used to conjure and which Destruction Unit still does."
- INDY Week - Bryan C. Reed