This is the DIY debut from Toronto, Canada's Ol' Time Moonshine.

"Gruff four-piece Ol’ Time Moonshine hail from the humid backwoods Southern bogs of… Toronto? Okay, so maybe the “Southern” we’re talking about is Southern Ontario, the Down-style chug-and-stomp these dudes get up to on their self-released The Demon Haunted World EP is whiskey by any

This is the DIY debut from Toronto, Canada's Ol' Time Moonshine.

"Gruff four-piece Ol’ Time Moonshine hail from the humid backwoods Southern bogs of… Toronto? Okay, so maybe the “Southern” we’re talking about is Southern Ontario, the Down-style chug-and-stomp these dudes get up to on their self-released The Demon Haunted World EP is whiskey by any other name. The seven-tracker finds the two, sometimes-three guitar outfit with a distinctly riffy push, not afraid to get big and angry in the second half of “March of the Trees” or turn things on their head with a little High on Fire gallop on the subsequent “Jazz Cigarettes.” They make little bones about their predilections or tastes in “There be Dragons,” “Jazz Cigarettes” or “This Black Hole is a Demon Rift,” but the ride is enjoyably varied nonetheless, with vocalist Bill Kole showing a range beyond that of the typical post-Anselmo “whoa yeah momma” drawl, getting into sludgier fare when called upon by his own and Chris Coleiro‘s riffing. On instrumental opener “There be Dragons,” “Seven Deadly Suns” and the swayingly grooved “She Dances in Graveyards,” Ol’ Time Moonshine brings in Chris Kendrick of Galaxies in the River for distinct solos, but even elsewhere, Ol’ Time Moonshine show no trouble in offering sonic variety across these tracks. Kole, who also did the jewel-case layout and recorded the guitars and vocals while Ronald Roy of Threshold Sound did Kyle Marnoch‘s bass and Brett Savory‘s drums, seems to be in the lead role, but the band offer a full, active presence throughout, and show themselves to be more than capable songwriters in making something of their own out of familiar genre elements. At just under half an hour, The Demon Haunted World packs enough dirt and grit to be called a full-length, and particularly for being the band’s debut, hits hard enough to leave a mark." - JJ Koczan, The Obelisk

"Ol’ Time Moonshine plays its metal thick and hard. The band has a penchant for deep grooves and compelling, infectious riff structures—characteristics that define its first release, The Demon Haunted World. These songs throb and writhe, unfurling their massive bulk with a languorous, lordly wallowing. Each track explores a different texture and type of heaviness, demonstrating that ponderous weight need not be simple. The opening, instrumental track, “There Be Dragons,” has a threatening, serpentine unravelling to it, while “March of the Trees” conjures nothing so much as Tolkien’s Ents, all oaken weight striding across verdant landscape. “Seven Deadly Suns” might be the highlight of the record, pulling the listener in and apart with chaotic gravitational forces.

The band’s songs are inspired primarily by classic horror, genre fiction, and sci-fi. Rather than hoping to attain the slasher-like franticness of other thrash bands that draw lyrical inspiration from similar sources, Ol’ Time Moonshine tries to evoke the weight of terror, the crackle of electric tension that raises the hair on the back of your neck. The guitar tone vacillates between a bone-snapping crunch and a smoky ominousness that helps build a sense of dread in the most enjoyable way possible. Bill Kole’s vocals play off these textures perfectly. At times, he conjures Crowbar’s Kirk Windstein with his thick, anguished hollers; at other times, he sounds more like Scott Angelacos (of Bloodlet fame and, more recently, of Junior Bruce), curdled and gleefully bloodthirsty.

For fans of the weight of doom metal, the irreverence of stoner rock, and the sheer, relentless force of great heavy-metal riffs, Ol’ Time Moonshine are brewing up something potent in The Demon Haunted World. Don’t sleep on them as long as we did." - Natalie Zina Walschots, Sound Advice for the Torontoist