It’s more listenable than most extreme metal, and more filled out than most NY hardcore. The downside is that they take their negativity far too seriously.
They may have drawn direct inspiration from Thurston and Co., but there’s no blueprint for the kind of dynamics and intensity that Chune have to offer.
Re-issue of five oldies from the eccentric uncle of New Zealand kiwi-pop, setting aside the noisier extremes in favor of one man, one living-room, one guitar.
Others bands have explored this realm, but none so completely. In their world, it never stops raining. And, some days, you just don’t want an umbrella.
Destroy finds Chevy continuing on their quest to reconfigure used rock ‘n’ roll parts into a brand new shambling beast, slouching towards Dystopia to be born.
Swingin’ Utters are not a watered-down version of anything, and they’re not over or under-produced. They sound exactly the same as the bands in the late ’70s.
Thoughtfully constructed and marked by extended repetition of strange rhythms, letting them settle in and become a groove before trying to mess with them.
Supple really tore me up, like Pinhead in Clive Barker’s Hellraiser. Hooks shooting out of nowhere, hitting their mark and tearing at those soft spots.