Botch almost single-handedly carved a new path for metalcore. Instead of testosterone-fueled rage, they had genuine passion and a great sense of humor.
They’re a little cheesy and overly glossy, with more cutesy Gwen cupiedollness than Bif Naked strut, but it beats rebel yell Avrilisms or another Pink song.
They get your fingers snapping, can stir ska and funk into the soup without tickling your gag reflex, and they can play your wedding or your backyard kegger.
After venturing into folktronica territory with The Tourniquet, Magnet (Norwegian producer/songwriter Even Johanssen) has returned to a rootsier, organic sound.
Dali’s Llama swipe any guitar riff they’ve loved forever and put the band on “grit hum” cruise and drove that dumb fuck Kiss, Danzig, Sabbath, Bang riff hard.