It’s mostly a rapid, guitar-drenched onslaught until “Real Thing,” which gives you the seductive and sultry side of Lucia, as opposed to the barks and growls.
Nordic metal roots with a heavy dose of hard rockin’ sludge, comparable to Entombed. A hip-shaking swagger balances the dark melodies and screeched vocals.
Airtight, stop-on-a-dime rhythm section burns these high octane bulldozer riffs around corners on the rails. The musicianship and character to get somewhere.
Trey Spruance (Mr. Bungle, Secret Chiefs 3) discovered Estradasphere, a six-piece from Santa Cruz, CA who utilize classical, rock, and ethnic instrumentation.
Crucial music for when you’ve got a head full of coke, a bellyful of beer, and a desire to run in circles in the opposite direction to break a nose or two.
Pretentious sounds derogatory, but it used to be pretentious to use a cello. This rips from beginning to end, even if they pander to duplicate their last album.
Well-played and aggressive as shit punk with the intensity of ’80s hardcore and something that’s distinctively their own. Only three songs apiece here. Sort of a waste. I think split CDs should be four songs each, minimum. This ain’t a 7″, hoss. Load that thing up.