James Mercer whines like a petulant puppy who’s rapidly approaching the un-cute stage, and you’re ready to give’m a smackdown. Then, song two is the goods.
Wolfmaster unearths the numerous atrocities and blunders by the Christian church, supported by a Skinny Puppy/Type O Negative industrial/Goth structure.
Way too many mediocre punk-rock/screamo songs, which would best be used as background music at one of those really hip parties that you’re not invited to.
If the new tracks on Blood are any indication, expect more of the same breakneck speed, violence, and Slayer-esque chromatic death from these Polish gods.
Live, is, well, live. It has been compiled from several years of performances. It sounds like a combination of King Crimson, Frank Zappa, and John Cage.
Indie rock in that traditional, limber/humble/catchy way ala Versus and Frente!. No embellishments, just guitar/bass/drums (with some occasional violins).
Plebs hail from Norway and recorded their debut EP with Bjarte Ludvigsen (Poor Rich Ones), meaning crisp, wintery tones and haunting/serene melodies aplenty.