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IT'S A 7 INCH EXTRAVAGANZA IV |
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Here we are again. We got a nice mix here. Seven 7 inches more that come from all the way down in South America to all the way across the pond, from the land where drunks fight and still can’t shake off their smiles. Ireland! That’s right! And we even have an Aussie band. Everybody else is from the US. Read on and spread the word... |
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I love positivity in my music. This seven inch has the phrase ‘live your life’ written on it. Not ‘live or die’, or ‘live and let die’ but ‘live your life’. Now, that’s beautiful. But is nowhere near as beautiful as the music of this Boston quintet. Fast Death (pictured above) plays truly wild, super fast crusty rock and punk. Somehow, they manage to add melodies inside those super tight riffs and blasting beats. Also, vocalist Dave makes Lemmy sound like an opera singer and equals Barney Greenway in speedy delivery. Listening to this excellent seven inch I get the image of squatters, or of people choosing to live on the wrong side of the tracks. I rarely read lyrics but this time around I couldn’t resist, ‘so start living, stop being the bitch, subvert comformity, get your fix, whiskey breath, challenging death, endless roads, bring on what’s next.’ Ahh, nothing like the smell of alcohol in the morning! Fast Death are awesome! This one is out through Patac Records. MySpace |
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A bunch of cool labels involved in this 7 inch. Crucial Blast. Odio Sonoro. Destructure. Radar Swarm. Sound Devastation and at least two others. Maybe they were all fighting for the love of these two quality Gallic acts. As good European lovers, they don’t get stingy and decide to spread the love instead. First up is Year of No Light, whose latest Ausserwelt left me colder than a witch’s cunt. “Adoration” sounds very much like them. Introspective post metal with growling vocals and guitars that somehow recall aurora borealis. Nice for those into star gazing and thinking about life on Mars. Those looking for metallic rage may be less disappointed by Karysun whose sludge approximates the rigid coldness of Godflesh. You’d be surprised to find out that drummer Nicolas Bazire is an actual human. He beats the skins with the stiffness of a gorilla in a cast. Their song is titled “Salvation” and is a thing of beauty. For those who can find it in ugliness, of course. Two lonely dudes have rarely made this much noise. Year of No Light MySpace / Karysun MySpace |
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Battle! have got to include a ! sign just so that they can get a reaction out of you. Because their music won’t get you to flex a facial muscle. Unless of course you are into the burliest of hardcore sounds, in which case this is like milk chocolate to a diabetic lactose intolerant. Look, not to be a dick, the Battle! boys seem like nice guys. Clean cut. All smiles. They even posed for a picture with the Naked Cowboy in Times Square. Cute. And I don’t doubt that they are sincerely preoccupied with… I don’t know something like, working out and having at least two vocalists. They hail from Gainesville. The same town of No Idea Records and that crazy redneck preacher who wanted to burn the Koran. I don’t think these guys would approve of such blasphemy. Respect! This is boring. Next! MySpace |
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Described by the band as Japanese noise Andean style, Desangrados seems to have been no more than a weekend project. As such, their compositions are light and the recording even lighter. That said, put these guys in the same room with the guys from Battle! and I bet you my set of weights and the spoon I use to cook heroin that Desangrados will be left standing. Perhaps, even chewing coca leaves and listening to something from Six Weeks records. The celebration comes to an ethnic start with a charango that turns electric. Mixing the best of the 80’s Peruvian subte scene, which was basically ultra lo fi hardcore, with other raging obscurities, Amargo come blazing. Sounds too foreign? Check out Ataque Frontal and then come thank me. The vocalist from Amargo sounds a lot like the one from Dios Hastio. If you don’t know who Dios Hastio are then you need to get a fucking clue about the South American underground scene, so fuck off! Desangrados MySpace |
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I recently wrote about Deathbeds in this review, Now is time to be swallowed whole by their three-song seven inch No Funeral. Deep, well-carved, mongoloidically articulate and just right hardcore infused sludge metal from the city of brotherly love. Deathbeds will surprise you because vocalist Mike Murro goes for the deep end with this Kirk Weindstein-esque growl, but shows us some skills by adopting some blackened high ends. The approach comes as a rather strange contrast in “Eighteen Hundred and Froze to Death”. I much prefer the two tunes in side A. The title track and “Tyrant of Will” leave the dirges for later and indulge in neck-snapping grooves. Like Weedeater played at 55 RPM’s. Also, No Funeral comes in a gorgeous three panel sleeve. Fuckers are putting their money where their mouths are. MySpace |
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The people at We Empty Rooms released a pretty cool Fire Witch recording just a few months ago. I expected stoner rock but instead I was treated to that and much much more. Now I hold the sleeve of the Somer/Wantok 7 inch by Hotel Wrecking City Traders in my hand and for a second there, before I deciphered the logo, I thought this was going to be black metal. Instead, this Aussie experimental band jams some half-cooked stew of noise rock on one half and instrumental stoner on the other. The first half (“Somer”, I assume) moves at an odd and disengaging tempo. Bummer. The idea is good. Drums sound like drums and guitars sound like the strings are being strummed by a walrus. “”Wantok” is much better. Groovy bass, relaxed drums. Sounds like surf rock for disturbed surfers. MySpace |
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Divisions Ruin broke up. Therefore, some may say that their inclusion in this piece is irrelevant but I digress. This seven inch has four songs, all of which are musically stellar. One second these Dubliners are playing desperate hardcore as fast as they can, and the next they are building structures little by little. Check “Merely Existing” for that. Then, they check their watches realize that these songs are being recorded for a seven inch so they start playing fast again. Pretty fucking fast. Vocalist Meyler is a screamer from hell and his blistering vocals take the ‘emo’ out of screamo. The dude can transmit rage but that’s about it. If the music has been carefully arranged, if it has been designed to be heavy and emotional, then the vocals should have some range and detail too. Meyler apparently doesn’t get it though. MySpace |
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