If your problem is happiness, or just a general feeling of contentedness with the world, then No Solution may in fact be the solution. In ten songs, eleven minutes and twelve inches, Jackals could turn fucking Mickey Mouse into Robert Smith (Faith/Pornography Robert Smith, not “Love Cats” Robert Smith).
Affirmative, anthemic posi-core this is not. These Norwich, UK-spawned Jackals take the Negative Approach approach to hardcore, and No Solution is venomous, oppressive, and crushingly bleak. Calling to mind the savage stylings of American contemporaries Hoax, Jackals rip through track after track of explosive distorted fury with a strong eighties hardcore tinge, filtered through three decades worth of destroyed vocal cords.
On March 31st, a very special record is coming out via Throatruiner Records from the Belgian band DAGGERS. We recently streamed two songs from their album It’s Not Jazz, It’s Blues. We stoked to be streaming another new DAGGERS track entitled “Sovereign”…Stay tuned to Throatruiner Records – they will be starting the pre-order for this record next week, plus they will be offering the full album as a free download…Congrats to DAGGERS for creating something new and refreshing! The pre-order is now up, along with a free download of the whole album – check that out here!
Dublin hardcore outfit Twisted Mass have been active for a couple of years now and so far have a brief, but blistering, self-titled EP under their belts that was released in 2011. Including members of Abaddon Incarnate, Refraction, and On Pain of Death, the band’s hardcore nods favourably to Swedish crust and clearly has a love of Tragedy too but it’s tinged with a metal flavour that makes their tunes all the more aggressive and urgent with each listen.
Today on CVLT Nation, we’re proud to present their first full-length Isaiah, a firestorm of searing, unforgiving, and altogether epic, hardcore that takes no prisoners, but don’t just take our word for it. Stream the album below now.
What happens when a group of close friends who are bonded by a deep friendship, a highly socially-aware anger and an interwoven web of strong progressive beliefs decide to play loud, angry, abrasive and blown out hardcore punk as a vessel for the expression of radical and extreme vegan, pro-animal rights, feminist, anti-patriarchy, anti-religion, anti-misogyny, anti-homophobia, anti-transphobia and anti-speciesism ideals? Well, what happens is that in seconds you end up enveloped in a shit storm of rage that has seemingly no end, nor shows any kind of willingness to loosen it’s vicious, mauling attack on your sorry throat at any time, and that will stop in front of nothing in order to get its message across. And that’s what CARNIST‘s music is all about. Being pissed to no end about a multitude of social matters, and therefore being pissed in an exponential kind of way, in a million different directions. End up in this album’s path and the only choice you have to stay alive is to embrace its message, otherwise get the fuck out of its way or the damn thing will flatten you like a worm under a steam roller.
I’d heard word that they put on punk shows at a few different places around town. This news blindsided me because I didn’t think anything worth mentioning ever went down in my boring little slice of suburbia. Punk was something I thought would never hit my world at large, outside of the internet and occasional schoolyard whisper, or in hand scrawled logos on skate decks at the local park and on the ratty shirts of the older kids who rode them. These ghostly encounters were just the occasional here and there, and mostly I had to go to my room and slip my headphones on to get to this world.
I definitely didn’t think there were enough of these secret elite to warrant an actual show in these parts, let alone the existence of one – if not more – bands. My magazines told me punk existed only in California, Boston, New York, anywhere but here. And even in those places it didn’t. Punk was dead. Punk blew up and burned out decades before my belated arrival on this planet, and all the original punks were dead, shit-kickers and folksingers now.
DAGGERS from Belgium are unleashing their new full-length It’s Not Jazz, It’s Blues soon on Throatruiner Records, and today we have an exclusive 2-track preview of this killer live-recorded album! It’s Not Jazz, It’s Blues will be out this spring, but today you can hear two tracks – “Apex” and “Woolgatherer.” Check out the stream below!!
Metal Gear Solid is an entrancing game series, if not downright awesome. Any band that has the mind to name themselves from the “Outer Heaven” concept from said series must be awesome, right? Correct. For the uninitiated, the aforementioned concept involved ending the exploitation of soldier’s by governments. Stoic as it maybe, the sacrilegious vibe of the name is enticing. Outer Heaven play their war tune slow and heavy, cruel and calculating. This meaner than mean blend of doom metal and hardcore moves like a dull, weighted ax bent on giving the executioner’s block the big red kiss. This seven-track demo will make heads roll.
“Eden Burns” is towering, weaving a mosh-friendly opener with riffs that do nothing short of crush. You will be air-punching, so give yourself plenty of killing room. “Vultures” is a brisk smattering of a track, rife with rage and tangible wrath. Riding it snare like a hellhorse, “Vultures” circles into a “Death Grip,” which like “Eden Burns” before it, was meant for inflicting joyous pain. “Vessel Empty” has a dash of Suffocation that finds itself strangled among the metallic hardcore backdrop, making it one of the demo’s nastier, more complex confections.
Dublin is pretty rife with noisy punk and hardcore bands, whether it’s Disguise or Crows, and now you can add another name to the list in Gaze. With some familiar faces from Twisted Mass and Fag Enablerz in tow, Gaze play raw d-beat inflected with noisy Japanese hardcore. It’s harsh and cacophonous… exactly what you would expect.
The band has a new tape out now, with a release gig in Dublin coming up on January 17th but for now check out the stream of the tape below.
Ain’t no shame in our game – just check our resume, we are HUGE fans of the NAILS at CVLT Nation. This past weekend, they performed at The Echo in L.A. with B’last. Jim Bob & Garrett Gutierrez caught all of the off the chain madness on tape. Now it’s your chance to see NAILS wreck shop!