That's right. Summer's done. It went fast. Get used to it. But before that warm breeze gently blows across your brow one last time before it's time to bundle up a whole slew of crazy shit shoved it's way into my earholes and now it can cram it's filthy sounds into yours as well. This stuff ought to keep you warm.
EXHALANTS, s/t
This is one heck of a debut LP from this Texas group. They haven’t been together long, but
their mastery of some serious mid-era Unwound vibes, combined with a
“Scattered, Smothered.”-era Unsane sense of feedback/distortion cacophony is
pretty fucking impressive. They move
from loose and scatterbrained angular melody to riffy punk, to all out
blown-out chaos (like in closing track “And I’ll Take You To a Quiet Place”),
and into rhythmic dirges (“Unshut”).
The first half of the record leans more on the noisy/melodic Unwound/Sonic
Youth style, particularly on album halfway point “If Only”, a drawn out slow
burner that twists and turns through areas of weird melodies and heavily
distorted ring-outs. Things pick
up more steam on the second side with more chunky and direct rippers including
album stand-out “Bow Yr Head” and the aforementioned “Unshut”. Once again, I’m super impressed with
this fairly new band coming right out the gate like this with such a strong
album. Well done. Come tour out west please. Bring all that wild noise with
you. (Self Sabotage Records)
HAAN, “By the Grace Of Blood and Guts”
It’s been four years since NYC’s Haan came charging out with
their debut EP “Sing Praises”.
What have they been up to between then and their freshly released debut
LP? I would probably guess drawing
and assembling the 100 page book that comes with the record. I have no clue what they could do to
fill 100 pages of a book when their LP clocks in at around 40 minutes, but they
found a way, so hats off to them. This
band also plays music, so I should probably get to that. Haan’s musical lane is probably
sticking to the right because they play pretty slow for the most part. They’re the 18-wheeler barreling down
the freeway, carrying a trailer packed with drums full of sludge. You can pass them, but give them plenty
of space before doing so. To be
more specific though, Haan create dense and rhythmic sludge metal with vocals
that fall somewhere on the more aggressive side of Clutch’s Neil Fallon. It fits pretty well with the music and
is quite front and center with the overall sound of the band. Midway point “Zero Day” really drags
out the slow and mean vibe before going into the more upbeat and slightly
Helmet-esque ripper “The Woke”.
The next track, “Hangdog” kind of finds a good balance between some
upbeat distorted sledgehammering and the syrupy sludge they roll with for the
majority of the record and it’s probably the strongest track here. In comparison to the previous outing
this is a more polished, thought out record from a band that had a few years to
work it out. However, I gotta say I’m slightly more partial to “Sing Praises” just
because it sounds more raw and scrappy.
But hey, you get a fuckin’ book with this record, so why complain
right? (Aqualamb Records)
JESUS PIECE, “Only Self”
I was initially interested in Jesus Piece early on because
they had a cool name and interesting imagery to go with their band. However, I kind of wrote their earlier
material off as being generally beatdown-oriented with a few random blast beats
thrown in to mix things up. I’m
glad to see the band has grown a bit and have returned with a metallic-leaning
moshy album of solid songs worthy of the hype that has been heaped upon them. Once again there is cool artwork to go
with this that looks like it could have come from some 90’s industrial
band. There’s even a few spots
where some soundscape experimentation is going on, particularly in the last two
tracks on the record. Musically
though, throughout the rest of the other 8 tracks you get a solid mix of a less
technical Burnt By the Sun, a healthy smattering of Turmoil, and maybe even a
little bit of Buried Alive in the few faster sections. “Adamant” is a pretty killer track, but
why did they have to go and name it after some 80’s pop icon? (Southern Lord)
NOTHING, “Dance On the Blacktop”
I have not really found Nothing to be all that interesting
after their first album. And I
certainly don’t mean that in a, ‘the demo was better’ nose-in-the-air cool guy
sort of way. I genuinely feel like
since “Guilty Of Everything” all the band’s music sounds like what I assume
taking a mega dose of valium and then nodding off in a white noise chamber
feels like. And I also imagine if
the band were reading this they would take that as a compliment. I feel like their output has become
more flat and takes less chances musically, while the vocals are so washed out
that the whole thing is akin to sitting through an all day work place training
on blood borne pathogens, complete with a 100-slide powerpoint
presentation. At some point,
you’re going to nod off and not feel all that great about it. “You Wind Me Up” is about as energetic
as the band gets here, with its upbeat tempo and play-by-the-numbers indie
shoegaze rock formula. It’s a
pretty decent tune. But I’ll be
damned if I can tell anything else apart on this record. It’s like having a snack of white bread
with some water on the side.
(Relapse)
POST/BOREDOM, “Shaking Hands With Clients” cassette EP
Don’t be deceived by the way this Seattle-area band spells
out their name. This is not a
split. It’s just one band and I’m
really not sure why they do it this way.
Disclaimer aside, this is a pretty exceptional second release, above and
beyond their initial demo. On here
Post/Boredom knock out four new semi-long ragers and one
instrumental/interlude. “Cologne
Jones” starts things off with a kick of grungy, sludgy, grimy
post-hardcore. The next track,
“Enhance Your Calm” takes a slightly more melodic, sort of Majority Rule-ish
approach before getting back into more rhythmic and chunky hardcore with
“Kilometers Davis”. The final
track, “Hetfield/Ulrich”, takes a few turns by opening with a very close
approximation of “Here Comes Dudley” by Jesus Lizard before going into a more
chaotic early Breather Resist-style thing for the middle of the song and then
closing out with a slow and epic dirge that wouldn’t be out of place in
later-era Unbroken. All this is
carried by vocalist Rachel Lynch’s strained howl, reciting lyrics that read
more like short stories about amnesia, unsolved murders, cowboys burning down
towns before riding out into the dust, and transcendentalism (or maybe alien
abductions?). I very much look
forward to whatever this group comes up with from here on out. (Casino Trash)
PRIMITIVE MAN/ UNEARTHLY TRANCE split
I can get down with bands that play slow but Primitive Man
plays, like, way too slow for my taste.
I get it though- tune really low, pile on distortion and feedback until
the speaker cones in your stereo disintegrate, and then just punch a chord
really hard for a few minutes. Oh,
and run your vocals through a woodchipper. Do this for 10 minutes per ‘song’ and it equals really heavy
right? Ehhhh…. Harsh? Most definitely.
But my personal taste involves truly heavy music typically having a bit
more energy and a few more notes.
Seismic tremors being heralded by a tortured cave monster doesn’t really
do it for me. Unearthly Trance, compared
to Primitive Man, may as well be the Bad Brains in ’82 in terms of speed and
brevity of song length. They still
keep it fairly slow, but add a punishing groove to their metallic, sludgy
onslaught, particularly on the track “Reverse the Day”, which adds disorienting
psychedelic droning over the crushing heaviness. They close out their side with a post-apocalyptic noise
track that I could do without. I
dig Unearthly Trance but I can’t hang with Primitive Man. (Relapse)
SEWINGNEEDLE, “User Error”
Despite owing a debt of gratitude to all J. Robbins bands
past and present (particularly in the vocals), and some jaunty and pulverizing
rhythms to pile on top of those surface influences there is still something
distinctly Chicago about Sewingneedle.
I can’t really describe why because there are such a variety of
excellent bands that have emerged from that scene. And I’ve listened to a lot of them. And still something about this band’s
underlying sound says ‘Chicago’ without me even having to look up their
residence. Maybe it’s because I’m
also reminded of their 90’s hometown brethren Traluma- that hard-rocking
Midwestern indie style with a sort of dour and moody side to the otherwise
upbeat and exciting rock. I really
quite enjoy this. There’s enough
angular and off-beat riffing to appease fans of Dischord and Touch and Go output
as there is the occasional distortion-heavy sludge that closes out mid-way
point “Feel Good Music” and the chorus of “Philistine”, not to mention the
wait-for-it ending of closing track “Credits” to appeal to those hoping for
something a bit more on the crushing side. I’m glad to have found out about this group, it’s a pleasing
surprise. (Aerial Ballet Records)
TILE, “Come On Home, Stranger”
A fuckin’ crusher.
It’s been way too long since this band did a record. And they have been hyping this one up
for almost a year now, teasing (like in December) ‘new record… in August’. So seasons pass, people grow older,
other people die, and finally, like some distant speck on the horizon eking
forward ever so slowly…
finally… the new Tile LP is
within reach. Was it worth the
wait? That depends. Do you enjoy the audio equivalent of a
steamroller crushing your bones to dust as you’re melted into, and eventually
under, hot asphalt, becoming one with all the dirt and rocks, and black
tar? If so, then yes, totally
worth the wait. Tile comes rushing
into things with menacing opening track “Change the World” followed by the
equally upbeat “Swing Away”.
Typically this band tends to keeps it slow and crushing so opening this
record with two faster songs is quite the statement of intent for them. Things settle more into sludgy and
salty (and by that I mean East Coast grouchy) mode by the time they get to
“Father”. They turn off the
distortion for a bit with “Flammable Human”, but then close out the A-side by
straight up just killing you- I mean violently murdering without remorse- and
everything within shouting range, with the aptly named “I’ll End You”. If you happen to make it to the B-side
without being mortally wounded you can experience the joy of the extremely
Torche-esque ripper “Play Safe”.
You get a few more fast-paced songs before things slide back into neanderthal-riff
territory with “Lard Rats”. And
then it just gets slower, uglier, and weirder from there. The band really nailed it here. They sound tighter, heavier, better
recorded and realize their Pissed Jeans-meets-Floor style with more songs than
their last record, each one a ripper.
An easy contender for favorite record of the year right here. (Limited Appeal Records)
