Metallic and vaguely "tough" HC of the variety that seemed to be omnipresent at various small town VFW shows between about 1994-1999 but seemed to die out completely as soon as the year 2000 hit... I actually saw this band a bunch of times when I was younger, but I hadn't thought about them in ages before this video popped up in my youtube recommendations this morning.
YMMV, but this was a welcome hit of nostalgia.
Blazing fast black metal filtered through screechy/ chaotic late 90's metallic hardcore and moments of monolithic riff-churn that bring to mind "Enemy of the Sun" era Neurosis.
Put another way: This sounds like the album Mork Gryning would have recorded after listening to a fuck-ton of Orchid, Shai Hulud, and Counterblast.
Killer stuff.
Uptempo (bordering on grindy in places) metallic hardcore from NV that kinda reminds me of a cross between heavy southwestern stuff like Gehenna and Unruh and a significantly burlier take on what some of the screechy/ spazzy 90's CA bands like The Locust and Jenny Piccolo were doing.
Pulled this album out on a whim for the first time in almost 20 years a couple weeks ago, then it came up in conversation with a friend yesterday which reminded me that I should rip it and throw it on my iPod so I don't forget about it for another two decades.
These guys released a bunch of other stuff, including two or three full lengths and a couple of EPs on Revelation Records that should be fairly easy to track down, but this album is far and away my favorite thing they ever did.
"We're turning into robots and no one seems to care."
What the fuck? Why am I only just now finding out that the later Fucked Up albums sound like "Don't Know How To Party" era Mighty Mighty Bosstones without the horns? This song absolutely fucking rules.
Rip-roaring grindy hardcore with some of the hoarsest vocals I've ever fucking heard. Definitely has a bit of an Infest/ Crossed Out vibe which I guess means kids these days would probably call this stuff powerviolence? I dunno man, I'm fucking old and back in my day we just called it hardcore.
At any rate, getting to see these guys live a bunch of times back when I was a teenager was one of the cooler parts of growing up in middle-of-nowhere MA.
