Englund routinely comes up with melodies that either tug at the heartstrings with thespian melodrama or cast a doom pall over music you thought you had pinned.
One guy, one bass, one drum welded together like some cranked-out meatbot ready to tell you what pisses him off. A LOT pisses him off, and A LOT amuses him.
Limecell hail from Philly, have been banned from every club in said city except for one because of their wild shows and all drink even me under the table.
Accelerated Evolution defies categorization, balancing thick, chunky riffy metal with synth-pop keyboards and majestic sonic landscapes. Clear as crystal.
Dataclast’s distorto-growl is lanced off old black/grind LPs and synthetic fuzz via DHR’s discography. The Earwigs remind me of “industrial noise” before dance music and arena rock got mixed in it.
Guitarist/vocalist Jason Martin has never sounded more resigned-yet-resilient, and the band actually rocks out harder here than on their last two full-lengths.