When it comes to the New York punk scene, there are a thousand bands you could turn to and say “I love that band.” Well, over the last week I have fallen in love with one band who has emerged from that scene and they have made such an impact on me that I felt obligated to post about them. The band is called Perfect Pussy and I was introduced to them while listening to NPR’s All Songs Considered. This particular episode dealt with the best albums from the first half of 2014 and one of the personalities brought up Perfect Pussy. After playing the first track off of the bands new album Say Yes To Love, I knew I was going to fall for this noisy, female-fronted beast of a band. Continue reading
Seven full length albums in and Every Time I Die show no intention of slowing down and mellowing out. The band’s has changed their sound in small increments throughout the course of their existence, but have never once sacrificed their heavy and creative edge. The band were once more chaotic and unhinged than they are now, as heard on the The Burial Plot Bidding War and their first full length, Last Night in Town. The chaos carried over a little bit into their second and breakout album, Hot Damn! Songs like “I Been Gone A Long Time” showcased a more hard rock inspired sound that would start to appear more in subsequent albums. Gutter Phenomenon took that hard rock style, injected it with some southern swagger, and poured all over the band’s already unique sound. The Big Dirty continued along this path but showed the band experimenting with more “traditional” rock structures, as seen in songs like “Buffalo Gals” and “INRIhab”. The band continued to experiment with different styles and structures while simultaneously returning to the more violent aggression of their earlier albums on New Junk Aesthetic and more so on Ex-Lives. From Parts Unknown, their most recent effort, is the culmination of what the band has been inspiring to do on their past two records. It’s a solid 30 minute aural assault that may be one of the finest records that they have crafted in their roughly 15 year career.
From the opening drum roll your doubts are soon laid to rest as it
becomes readily apparent that early ’00s dark hardcore stalwarts
The Banner still know how to bring da muthaf*ckin’ ruckus!
This review is far from unbiased. I confess I’ve booked this band before so I can personally attest to their awesomeness. But biased or not this review will give light to one of the most promising up-and-coming punk acts in So Cal or anywhere.
After being exposed to Nashville, TN’s Bleed the Pigs’s debut EP Mortis Fatum I was intrigued by the promise this young band showed. While showing great potential they nonetheless fell short of expanding their
sound beyond the already aging Entombedcore sound pioneered by Nails and further popularized by a host of bands. However on their followup EP, Overcompensations for Misery they have smashed right thru the
glass ceiling and have, in my mind, established themselves as a force to be reckoned with in the national punk/hardcore/powerviolence scene.
My attention was first alerted to the existence of Boddicker last fall when I was tasked with the responsibility of reviewing their split with Kata Sarka. I was immediately impressed with the unbridled fury Boddicker was able to contain in each of their songs so I was very much interested in reviewing their latest release, an EP entitled False Flag.
The phrase “hirn fein hacken” translates from German to “get your brain chopped into pieces”. When a band names an album something of that caliber, they have a lot to live up to. Thankfully, the Austrian racket-makers Bulbul do just that. In the six-year gap between their last album, the eccentric trio have crafted a collection of 10 multi-faceted jams that are bursting with creativity and mild-schizophrenia. Hirn Fein Hacken is a gleefully weird, colorful and erratic album that defies categorization and places Bulbul at the forefront of all things weird.
Doom and sludge metal, like all genres of heavy music at one point or another, can start to become one-dimensional. Some bands tend to be a culmination of Black Sabbathian chord progressions, fuzz-ridden grooves, and occult and bong-praising lyricism. These are not necessarily bad things, but they do leave something to be desired in some people. Luckily for those who want their doom to be more forward thinking, there happens to be a myriad of bands who strive for just that. One of which is New York’s HUSH. The band is still in its neonatal stages, but is destined for greater things as they grow. Their debut full length, Unexist, can attest to that statement. Unexist is HUSH.’s first big step into the fray and it makes quite the tremendous first impression.
So, a few years back I was buying up a ton of 7″ records because, well, I dig the power and intensity that bands can pack into that little slab of wax. One record that I bought without really knowing who the band was happened to be the self-titled 7″ by a band called Chest Pain. This band blew my mind with their aggressive powerviolence and I still find myself going back to that album for a good pick-me-up. I also recently learned that the band will be releasing their new LP Weltschmerz soon and, although it took all of my power not to scream out in excitement, I was beyond stoked. And guess what. Yeah, this destroys. Continue reading
Instrumental music can be somewhat challenging to make. Music that is devoid of vocals usually needs to be multi-faceted and grandiose in order to keep some listeners’ attentions. Luckily, it is not too difficult to find good instrumental-only acts. Whether it be on the more rock side of the spectrum (Explosions in the Sky, Tortoise, etc) or the more metallic side (Russian Circles, Pelican, etc), solid instrumental music exists in all different forms. But, just like everything else in life, a breath of fresh air is needed. That is where the Arizona’s Tempel come in. Though the duo of Ryan Wenzel and Rich Corle have been collaborating since 2003, it is not until this year that we see the full product of their efforts. Their 53 minute debut album, On the Steps of the Temple, is a metallic marvel and gives a lot of their contemporaries a run for their money.