We strive to carve out an identity for ourselves, perhaps trying to figure out who we are and why we’re here, but mostly so that what we make, what we do, we can truly call our own.
Under-enunciated Rancidisms, a healthy dollop of Bo Diddley-ing guitars, and sobbing in yer dirty glass of whiskey to high-octane, yahoo-yellin’ barnburners.
Affliction is what you get when there’s perfect harmony between all the elements of film: The directing, writing, cinematography, set design, editing, acting…
These guys must be the most overrated band in the world. Aside from having a clever album title, Piebald is just a tone-deaf (literally) attempt at rock.
There’s a pretty obvious stab at low-tuning, down’n’dirty rumble, not to mention a tuffness in Bruce’s voice that sounds more than a little over-intentional.