Still, Weekend Nacho‘s 4th full length album, displays the band’s signature animosity with a handful of new tricks, but the same rough and tumble approach we’ve come to love (yes, you all love it). The band’s had an interesting trajectory – from humble fastcore/PV roots that evolved into a heavier, slower sound with 2009′s Unforgivable (still one of my favorite records) – to a more hardcore influenced sound with more breakdown and mosh tendencies (Worthless and now Still). Still encapsulates this growth perfectly; the gang choruses (“No Idols and No Heroes” and ”S.C.A.B”), slowmo stomps, spit verses that’d get a young Jamey Jasta excited, and plenty of power chord progressions to get you circling in the pit.
Great Falls, based out of Seattle, are an altogether interesting prospect, featuring one-time Jesu drummer Phil Petrocelli, Demian Johnston formerly of Playing Enemy and Kiss It Goodbye and Shane Mehling, also of Playing Enemy.
The resulting cacophony isn’t all that surprising – angular, off-kilter and noisy hardcore. In a year that’s seen high profile releases from the likes of KEN Mode, and after demos and split records with A Death Cinematic and Dephosphorus, the trio’s new album Accidents Grotesque comes at an apropos time, but make no mistake, Great Falls aren’t just another face in the crowd.
Hoarders Basement Chain Tape Out Now!
Hoarders came and went and left pretty much no record of their existence outside of some promising word of mouth and a few scattered releases, including Basement Chain, their last will and testament in the form of fifteen minutes of searing, frantic, atonal noise. Released posthumously, Basement Chain is essentially a relic, but the fact that Hoarders are no longer around to harm you doesn’t make listening to them any less of a terrifying experience.
Basement Chain pretty much does sound like a recording of some feral, maladjusted species being mercifully though unpleasantly wiped from the earth. High, piercing shrieks tear out of the speakers to a clamour of crashing cymbals, rumbling fuzzed-out bass and jagged stabs of trebly dissonance.
Hey hey all weirdos if you have not heard GAG from Olympia (WA) they are the SHIT! This gang of punks are on a nationwide tour – make sure to check them out. In the meantime, CVLT Nation’s comrade Transylvanian Recordings captured their most recent gig in Oakland. From the look of things the show was mad fun, so since you most likely were not there peep the video! Next time they hit Vancouver I will be on hand for sure…GAG Rules!
Earlier this year, Hammerhands released their utterly devastating first album Glaciers – an album of seething sludgy doom and eerie atmosphere that is sure to pop up on a few end of year lists around these parts. The Mississauga, Ontario based four-piece aren’t resting on their laurels though, and have just posted a short new covers EP entitled 1995 with two new cover songs, which you can stream below.
This is a shit ton of photo’s cause I’m just going to let the pics speak for themselves. Montreal’s thee Nodes are seriously on of the craziest bunch of fucked up spazzstic freaks I have had the fortune of seeing.
I’m not going to do that lame critic/music journalist shit where I compare them to million other bands that sound vaguely like them, just so I can show the world all the obscure bands I know and how clever I am. Fuck that.
Just know this:
They play fast and noisy.
Text & Photos by Darryl Reid
They are crazy as fuck.
They will make a room freak the fuck out.
You will want to see them again and again.
These were taken at three different shows all in Ottawa.
New Jersey hellraisers Razorheads sail in on a burst of feedback and get straight to work doling out some rough-as-guts corrosive hardcore that is also insanely catchy. Classic rock riffs and eighties metal swagger are not so much heard as felt through all the chaos that is Black Leather Hounds, whose title perfectly encapsulates Razorheads’ latent cock rock tendencies lurking beneath their ferocious canine snarl. Now you’re not gonna hear any wailing falsetto or hair metal hooks in this slab of noise – if anything, Razorheads’ singer has perfected the art of vocalizing destruction, spewing guttural noise at a pitch that blends almost perfectly with the wall of distortion issuing from the guitarists’ amps – but there are some definite stadium rock stylings buried under all the hardcore raging. Dive bombs abound in the muck as well as the occasional burst of ripping old school shred complete with copious abuse of the whammy bar.
Strung out clouds of distortion permeate the record and give it a filthy, Hellhammeresque, quality that I’ve yet to hear from the world of punk. From the violent phlegm filled coughs and industrial churning of the intro, listeners are given fair warning to the no frills and ugly sound of Hoax.
Not only are the guitars messy and scratchy, they’re also a devastating half of an equation that’s fleshed out in a thick and burly bass that gives the perfect low end to match. The guitars sizzle and snap through 12 tracks of grizzled hardcore that tends to sit in a trot and give way to thudding drums, raspy vocals, and of course the aforementioned guitars.
The Southwest Terror Fest is almost upon us, and today we’re getting you ready for it with a killer mixtape from Los Angeles’ infamous ACxDC. Sonic Cathedrals Vol. CXXIV ACxDC was curated by Sergio Amalfitano and it’s an A to Z of what you need to listen to!
I’ve been going to shows since about 98-99. Ever since I started going I’ve been collecting vinyl and taking in as many shows as I could within my means. It’s a little bit difficult coming up with a mixtape when I just want to share my entire music library from the last 15 years of gathering music. Hell half the music I have isn’t on a computer. So I narrowed it down to some stuff I think either are basics everyone into extreme music should know or are overlooked gems that might not see too much exposure. Its an eclectic mix of grind, sludge, hardcore, thrash, d-beat, powerviolence, etc. Some of it’s old, some of it’s new. Either way this gives you a pretty decent incite into what I’m into. Its what happens when you grow in a scene like LA.