I saw UK rockers Godsized in a local bar a few months ago and, while there may only have been a hundred or so people in the bar, it’s a fair bet to say half of the town actually heard the band. Loud? The walls shook as their thundering, heavy metal riffery turned grown men into jelly and left this writer with ringing ears for a week. Not that you’d expect any less from a band who’d just come off the road from a tour with Sir Zakk of Wylde himself. But does their self-released new album manage to capture the gritty feel of those slick, sludgy Southern grooves or will their fist-pounding riffery be lost to the sterility of a recording studio?