This is fist pumping, sing-along, blackened melodic crust.
There is nothing soft about either track, though there is plenty of skill displayed in the mauling they give us.
I’m certain that headbanging, fist pumping, and living room moshing will all ensue. Perhaps there will even be a sing along.
Sometimes you just want meat and potatoes at the dinner table. Sometimes you just want extreme metal that rips in your ears.
…pure crusty punk rock infused metallic joy.
This sounds like one of the best basement punk shows I never got to see,…
Angry, disturbed, ominous, triumphant…this album is all of those things, and more.
Equally capable of drawing you into a zone of thoughtful contemplation, as they are able to straight up punch you in the mouth, repeat listens reveal a quality of craftsmanship that I missed in my first listen.
What a year it’s been! There is no way a top 50 album is enough to truly express the fantastic year of music that was 2018. Nevertheless, check it out, comment, agree, argue, enjoy!