Soil

Throttle Junkies (MIA)
by Martin Popoff

Alright, alright, I’m warming to these guys, and it’s probably that guitar sound (and the fact that this is miles above hyped hometown blandsters Loudmouth) that’s doing it. Bottom line is, Soil get an explosive mix here, big drums, outrageously electric guitars, and solid vocal belts from Ryan McCombs when he’s loud, something closer to Days Of The New than Creed when he’s quiet. The much lauded Corrosion Of Conformity comparisons also fit the bill, Soil finding that mushmouth southern metal vibe on “Stand To Fall” and “Concrete Slave,” both highlights, neither on the band’s two EPs so far. I can tell too, that this is a band I’d tattoo across my face in 3-inch letters after seeing them live (not that I’d ever go), given the blowin’ free riffery and DIY vibe that recalls my own basement jams years ago. Put ’em on the radio, pound it into my skull on the car radio, and maybe I’ll be there caring.
(PO Box 1236 Canal St. Sta. New York, NY 10013)