Those good people at SuperFi Records have delivered more goods in the form of a new split EP featuring the delights of Stuntman and Art of Burning Water.
Where some artists create with paint, feelings or whatever, Dodge Meteor create with riffs and by create I mean splatter everywhere in a turbo-blast of raw, bleeding power. Guitars howl and morph into each other through a colourful spectrum of bending chaos, whilst the crunching percussion hammers a thick, marching beat of dread.
Blanck Mass is the rebooted spectrum of Hal and Mother recording an album together (and succeeding) in hell, melting through the goddamn walls faster than you can say Game Over Man, Game Over. World Eater hits hard, full ramming speed, never letting up or letting go. It’s Crank – if Power slows down, it’s all over.
It’s 2017! Let’s kick off the new year with a few new-ish tracks or something! Plus, I needed a post to kickstart the website for 2017, as I’m not sure what to write about. Darko, Less Than Jake, GUG, Oak, Pulled Apart By Horses and Code Orange all step up to the plate and deliver some riffs/horns/more riffs. Enjoy.
Straight out of the pit, Blasphemour Records have a real treat in store – a four way split, coming out on half ox blood, half mustard vinyl. Ox Blood? Someone form a band called that right now. Four bands contributing a track each, drawing power from various hardcore roots and featuring past members of several acts that will surprise you.
Palehorse are fuckin’ dead. Although nowadays, splitting up is akin to going on a long trip somewhere, only to return 18 years later with a beard and a new hairstyle, still rocking the same moves (hi Refused!) But what of Palehorse? 16 years doing this shit, few line up changes, several albums down the line, sometimes it’s just the time to bow out and let someone else take the reigns.
*Crushes beer can into head* Let’s get Neanderthal! Wrong are from Miami and are interested in riffs, riffs and more riffs. Made up of ex-members of Kylesa and sludge-pop titans Torche, Wrong are channelling the sweaty, bleary eyed, disgruntled, yet still party-animal instinct of early Kvelertak, alongside the down-tuned hum of Unsane and that snarl of Helmet.