What do you get if you combine the idea for a talk show that doesn’t take itself seriously, a thrash metal house band, copious amounts of drinking, Ben Weinman, lots of corpse paint and pointless weather reports? Two Minutes To Late Night of course!
UXO is a project formed by Steve Austin of metal/noise/haters of everything, Today is the Day and Chris Spencer of Wreck-merchants, Unsane with the help of bassist Aarne Victorine and drummer Patrick Kennedy (who jammed with Austin in the band Taipan). UXO isn’t a comfortable listen by any means – it twitches and snaps like a hair-trigger temper on an unpredictable mob Capo.
Well, if this doesn’t punch a wet, viscera-coated hole through your chest, I don’t know what will. Mutoid Man are Stephen Brodsky, Ben Koller and Nick Cageao. You’ll be familiar with Brodsky – him of Cave In fame, making huge crushing space rock jams (Big Riff!), Koller briefly drummed for Cave In before becoming the stickman for noise-hardcore thrash-merchants Converge.
New York’s The Austerity Program are the audio equivalent of Mr Wrench and Mr Numbers sent to ‘take care of things’. Absolute evil if there ever was? Quite possibly. Beyond Calculation, the newest album from guitarist Justin Foley, bassist Thad Callabrese and a drum machine is a razor-sharp offering seething punk rock
Hailing from Bellingham, Wild Throne are vibrant, technicoloured chaos. This chaos though, has for the most part, some structure – it doesn’t feel totally thuggish, smashing things for the sake of smashing them; there’s determination, relentless pace and twists and turns at every chord, every drum beat and every sung/screamed/whispered word.
Good people, you’re in for a treat come April 11. Staffordshire’s Tussk, release their new EP, Part T Animal and it’s going to kick your arse. Founded back in 2010 (thanks Facebook), this five-piece of beards, tattoos and beer-hair bridge that gap between swaggering, southern rock, throaty, guttural hardcore all packed beneath a wall of meaty riffs and thundering drumbeats.
Girl Band hail from Dublin and â€˜France 98â€™ is a sinister and warped trail of distortion, disapproving sneers and the middle finger. I like how uncomfortably ominous each track sounds. From the cacophony of snarling guitars that make up opener â€˜Youâ€™re A Dogâ€™ to the frantic barrage of quick-fire strumming of the speed-punk title track
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