A bootleg with bad sound and shaky footage. Once past that, it’s pretty enjoyable. Contemporaries of Joy Division, Sigue Sique Sputnik, and Sisters of Mercy.
An anomaly. We knew of their urgent style of punk, but the locals knew the mythology. When Riot Fest facilitated a reunion, Raygun added to the legend.
Anthemic choruses and melodic guitar lines that go from electric ’66 folk up through Mick’s leads in The Clash to later guitar rockers like Leatherface.
They didn’t have the ballad to put them on the hair metal map, so BulletBoys never achieved notoriety. It’s unfortunate: Marq Torien has one hell of a voice.
Hardcore punk with vocals so raspy, you wonder if the singer will even be able to talk in a couple years. He’s a pissed off ball of hate spitting on everything.
The articles appear year-by-year, and you feel like you’ve gone back in time while you read them, as if you’re experiencing the Beatles phenomenon first-hand.
Tim Lambesis from As I Lay Dying has more metal in his dick than most bands have in their rusted-out vans. It ain’t Speak English or Die, but it’s fun stuff.
From the UK, play dirty, noisy tech/math metal. I can’t really gauge if this clusterfuck death-gone-random is any better or worth than the rest of the genre.
Ex-The Crown debuted on Metal Blade, their sophomore release is on a Finnish label, with a new singer. Sounds like Iced Earth with Tim “Ripper” Owens singing.