A metal logo I can read? Whatever next?
Dyscarnate are like an angry rhino on pro plus. Brutal, but very, very focused. This young Horsham four piece are one of the best things I’ve heard in a while. Not just demos, but from signed bands. It’s incredibly professional for a first release and, luckily, they totally have the talent to back up the glossy packaging.
It reminds me of Vader in a way, not musically, its far closer to American Death Metal in that respect – think Origin, Dying Foetus, Suffocation, Skinless etc – but the fact that it’s absolutely no nonsense head down intensity. No stupid samples or acoustic shit to taint the brutality of this release. It doesn’t let up. Not even a solo gets in the way of the lightning fast riffing and barrage of double bass drumming.
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Grindcore requires low light conditions.
Did I just step out of a Delorean? Or maybe a phone booth? Because listening to Hovadah’s Eyes Reveal it could easily be 1989 and Grindcrusher is just hitting the shelves. This is brilliantly old school grind. No triggered drums, no regard for elaborate production, just head down, furious, simple fun.
The closest comparison, sound wise (without getting into neckbeard-grind territory) is From Enslavement… era Napalm Death. The vocals, while not the most broootal I’ve heard, are spat with passion and personality in both the cookie monster and high pitch variety. Drums, bass and guitar blend into a killer whirlwind dirge which carries things along nicely.
If you’re looking for subtlety, sophistication or deep, meaningful lyrics, don’t even come near Hovadah. (Although they do have possibly the best song about cycling in London I’ve ever heard in the form of Red Orange Green – sample lyric “and what happened to the bike / it was stolen by some cunt” – Brilliant.) But if you want nine minutes and change of blasting anger get stuck into Eyes Reveal.
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Black and white is always better.
There is a fundamental problem with 6is9’s first punky shout to the world. It’s clean. Not like It’s had a going over with jif, but the sound is sanitized and polished and every instrument can be heard well. In pretty much every genre of music, this would be a good thing, but not punk.
Punk is dirty. Punk is ugly. Punk should sound like a fight in a chip shop against tramps with guitars used as weapons.
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Urrrrrghhh. Ruuuughhhh. Repeat.
“Umm, yeah, this song is called RAGUGGGELLWUGH!!!” Says the tubby funster fronting opening act Fleshrot. Ah, yes, the calling card of bloody boring brutal death metal – a lack of any personality. Yeah, the songs have some cool blasts, and I’m sure the solos are all fine, but a muddy sound and no real tightness produce something that rarely can distract from the fact that the Purple Turtle smells like cthulhus arsehole. A big meh to them.
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