From the punk hotbed of Columbus, Indiana. They self-produced and self-released four records I’ve never heard and are on a bunch of comps I don’t I have.
They offer more odd-time signatures and unusual open chords/clean pickings to give listeners an intelligent alternative to the everyday sappy pop song.
Paces sound like a piss-drunk troll stomping about his cave and bashing into stuff, vocals remind me of the grunt you make when squeezing out a dry shit.
The great leap forward, slamming with confidence (and hip guest stars) into complicated rhythm riffery that owes to industrial, grunge, and the Korn sound.
Matt Mahaffey has built powerful, sexy pop that digitizes hooks that stop you short and jerk you back at all the right places, pushing hard and driving it in.
The best NYHC band from the land of chocolate and Oktoberfest. Last time a NYHC band sounded this eager to break your neck was One Voice (Agnostic Front).