The screaming’s urgent, the music’s complex and involved, the playing’s refreshingly unpredictable but still powerful. Eyelid pulls out some intense emotions.
Engine idles too closely to Alder’s prog rock background, and when they get “dark and heavy,” they sound like heavy-for-heavy’s-sake riffs Filter woulda tossed.
Rachel is no ordinary vampire. She continually rises from the dead to get screwed and murdered by our serial killer protagonist, who acts like a pussy about it.
Many joke about sending their ex a letter stating her/his HIV status is positive. In Bullet on a Wire, this prank makes its overdue debut in a motion picture.
Dave Smalley’s been around, sung for bands you oughtta know, has a master’s degree in political science, and he wants to tell us about the state of the world.
With healthy doses of funk, soul, passionate ballads, and driving rock (often with three-ways raps), Dispatch is a band to catch live and blast at parties until the cops show up.
Die My Will isn’t far behind with their Coalesce/semi-Cannibal Corpse grind. They’ve even got distorted bass on some of the tracks! Now that’s quality grind.
Demolition Doll Rods are a drag – literally and figuratively – even with the estimable talents of a tarted-up Dan Krona as a major part of the equation.