The Darkest Hour riffs are a little simple, but the drummer is a freakin’ beast, tackling death, blast, thrash gallop, and all else under the blackened sun.
Surprised I Scream hasn’t nabbed this one yet. Like The Blue Bloods and Darkbuster, a solid Boston punk band still in Boston after that signing frenzy.
Like if Debby Harry was from Minneapolis and was scatterbrained from day one. Each twinkling moment is snuffed out by the frantic need to get to the next style.
More a Ferret band than a Metal Blade band: A one-note singer, dense production, little change in pace or tone, a solid listen, no real gems, no boring tracks.
Alcohol-soaked garage rock, sloppy, loose, trebly, and wild. Opened for NoMeansNo, and you can reference MC5 and Guitar Wolf and people’ll get what yer saying.
Used to be on Bomp!, but the reactivated Dionysus makes as much sense. Boston garage pop that sounds like it coulda come out in the ’60s as easily as now.