END OF LEVEL BOSS
Inside the Difference Engine
(Exile On Mainstream)

ISOLE
Bliss of Solitude
(Napalm)

ACID MOTHERS TEMPLE
& THE MELTING PARAISO U.F.O
Nam Myo Ho Ren Ge Kyo
(Ace Fu)

O'DEATH
Head Home
(Ernest Jenning)

TRAP THEM
Seance Prime
(Deathwish)

DYSRHYTHMIA/ROTHKO
Fractures 

(Acerbic Noise Development)

THE FIRE THE FLOOD
Truth Seekers

(No Sleep)

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I was checking this one out late last night. It was about 3 a.m. and lying in my bed, it did nothing to help me reconcile my dreams. It took a while for this to sit well that late at night. For a few seconds I thought it was too sloppy, that the unbalanced mix was doing nothing but hindering the music, that the guitars not only sounded like crap but were almost inaudible compared to the drums; that the vocals of Justin Wiese were a bit too out there, inexperienced and rough, and by that I mean that he could not sing to save his miserable life. But I guess that’s the point when you are dealing with some ‘garage hardcore,’ which is quite the lame phrase to put in quotations but there you have it, that’s the best I could come up with at 3 a.m. I was not so much trying to sleep as I was trying to make myself tired without having to get up from bed or move my body an inch for that matter. Holy Heart Failure did the trick, three songs later, I was exhausted and thinking about how refreshing this stuff actually is. Sure there is nothing new under the sun, but refreshing stuff like this flourishes rarely these days and now you have to look nowhere but here. Holy Heart Failure is a mess, and I mean that with the utmost respect, I mean it is a beautiful finger-licking mess. It’s that good.

Hailing from Tiffin, OH this sextet thrives in disorder, mixes a punk ethos and sparkles it with some abrasive melodies and the classy invitation card that is the unorthodox flagellation of an organ. When the band wants to, it approximates the freedom and sloppiness of The Stooges, when they don’t they still manage to resemble a more bestial kind of those motor city fellas, albeit fronted by a post-broken glass intake Iggy Pop. This stuff sounds live, which might put off a few, but in many respects works wonders. The drums sound like they are being banged right in front of you, and the guitars, though a bit low in the mix (especially considering there are two) have the simple playing of a first-grader, and I also mean that with the utmost respect. I can’t help but think that Holy Heart Failure lacks total pretension, and they should get points for that, this stuff is as raw as it gets. I was just listening to the tune “Sascrotch” and thought of Cryptic Slaughter and Guitar Wolf sharing a bill. Such thoughts never crossed my mind before and I owe that to Holy Heart Failure.

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