My brother woke me up blasting St. Vitus for an entire summer when we lived together in Oregon Hill in the mid-’80s. The combination of oppressive heat and the Los Angeles group’s slower-than-molasses dirges made the stifling humidity that much more dense and unrelenting. If there is one band that embodies the draining aspects of humidity, it is St. Vitus. Theirs is a singular sound and a plodding, onerous one at that. Credited with starting the doom-metal movement, the band’s draconian, creepy crawls border on despotism. Listening to them, most people would think that they were being tortured, but their distinctive gooey slithers continue to influence generations of post-black Sabbath rockers to the power of the slow side. St. Vitus plays Monday, Oct. 21, at Strange Matter with Zoroaster, Couch, the Hookers and Dry Spell. Doors open at 6 p.m. Tickets are $15 in advance and $18 at the door. strangematterrva.com.
[ed. note: the heading was changed to reflect the Richmond band's correct name, Cough, not Couch]