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STONECUTTERS

Christhammer
(Self Released)

PROCESS OF GUILT
Erosion
(Major Label Industries)

MINOTAUR
God May Show You Mercy...We
Will Not
(I Hate)

LAUDANUM
The Coronation
(29 Buck Spin)

MORTIFILIA
Embrace
(Mondongo Canibale)

STRUCK BY LIGHTNING
Serpents
(Translation Loss)

TENEBRAE IN 
PERPETUUM
L'Eterno Maligno Silenzio
(Debemur Morti)
 
LUTEMKRAT
The Last Survivor
(Bleak Art)
 
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STRANGERS
Weight
(Action Man)

I sincerely urge whoever handles the A&R duties at Deathwish to contact this hyper lethal kiwi quartet. In the hardcore realm (a realm that to my ears is for the most part filled with too much machismo for anyone with taste to care), Strangers is as good as it gets and more. And I feel guilty for letting Weight sit on my trunk for weeks before giving it a chance. I had savored their power through their Holding EP, but where that showed gusto and power Weight displays a more distinctive personality. Long gone are the clear nods to Converge. In their place there is now a more robust, personal and confident take on hardcore, an angle that is never shy to rock out. And then there are these passages where Strangers’ sound just bloom in such glorious fashion you’d think you are listening to the best fucking band ever. One minute and a half into the opener “Expositions” the song gets into this addictive groove that is just inspiring. It is stuff like that that denotes quality. There was nothing even close to that in Holding.

 

It helps that Weight has been mastered by no other than James Plotkin, whose work includes massive sounds form the likes of Isis and Khanate. These two obviously melt their experimental cheese and lace it with metal.  In parts Strangers, though not as boldly, falls into certain pretenses that show their willingness to dip their tows in non hardcorian waters. Much like the latter part of “Extensions”, “You Crawl” for instance, has a second half that is almost soul shredding, with a riff that is as emotional as it is ass ripping.  

 

But Strangers isn’t donning anyone else’s clothes here. Weight is filled with furious hardcore; speedy and hyper violent these ten songs are made to damage, a purpose that seems so easy upon spins of “Teenagers” (‘we’d carve our names into a tree but young love is not romantic’) and the animal wailing of “With Faces Like the Backs of Thumb Tacks” where you’d think the modern hardcore of Converge is bumping heads against the jumpy crossover of Ratos de Porao. 

 

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