Three tough ’50s-style chickies who look good in leather pants and leopard prints and crank out 12 tracks in 27 minutes of classic Ramones three-chord-punk.
The band’s from Indonesia and combine black, thrash, and melodic death metal with traditional galloping heavy metal in a way that, uh, ya just can’t summarize.
“Kick Some Ass,” (in Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back) rules. I like when bands make fun of shithead fans/bands, especially when the dipshits still don’t get it.
These Detroit punkers always had the tunes and the rage to go beyond the upbeat deathtrap. This is deceptively octane-fueled radio punkpop, borderline rock.
Exquisite technicality embracing neo-Sabbath doominess coupled with eerie melodies of early ’90s death metal, punctuated by Clutch’s down and dirty aesthetics.
From The Dominican Republic, sing entirely in Spanish, have a distinctive percussion sound/style similar to early Sep/Overdose, with hints of greatness.
Top of the nü metal shitheap. They scream, bellow, and nyah-nyah in falsetto, but throw eight parts into a song, and that’s seven more than the bottomfeeders.
As far as pure vision and scope go, this is the most breath-taking, ambitious, and experimental death metal album this year… and it’s only a side project!
Funny, Swedes like these guys helped push the whole melodic death metal thing forward, and yet these guys in particular always seem a pace behind the leaders.