Everytime I listen to Dopesick it never fails to impress me. This was the first CD I purchased by Eyehategod and it most definitely wasn't my last. This album is drenched in negativity, not to mention feedback. Mike Williams screams like he's in serious pain, both emotional and physical and judging from the autobiographical lyrics printed in the liner notes he just might be. Both Jimmy Bower and Brian Patton lay down the southern/sludge riffs that have become the trademark for Eyehategod. Vince LeBlanc makes the riff all the more solid by adding superfat basslines. Joe LaCaze keeps time with his excellent drumming that can stop and start on a dime. If there was a story behind this album it would be that these songs are the last few thoughts that flashes through a man's mind before he puts a gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger. If you want a trip into parts of the mind you'd rather not venture to then pick this album up, you won't be disappointed.

Louisana's most hate-filled, puss-ridden purveyors of dark, disgusting dirge are back, and they just don't give a fuck (once again). Eyehategod's Dopesick continues the band's trend of rage, raunchiness, and uncontrolled hate. This album is not something for the weak of heart or the easily intimidated. The music here is the super slow, back home southern "metal" type that could make you fall asleep if it wasn't for the incessant grind of it all. Micheal Williams' vocals are the utmost sickening, puke-ridden audio atrocities that could actually prove deadly if taken in large doses. Songs such as "Dogs Holy Life", "Zero Nowhere", "Methamphetamine", and "Lack of Almost Everything", by their titles alone show that this band isn't joking around when it comes to their depression. Haters of life, love and God, these New Orleans dirt packers are back and just waiting to be excreted.