Wonder what the tuneless, strained yelping of Suicidal Tendencies would sound like over ska music? Me neither. Part fun rap, part tongue-in-cheek crudeness.
Picking up where the the heart-wrenching aspects of their last effort left off, Vaya takes the band’s trademark weird vocal lines and amplifies them ten-fold.
There are the fractured Brian Wilson bedroom pop songs, and there are the Terry Brooks spazzodelic guitar freakouts. There’s a pronounced Neil Young influence.
Witchery is crazy, shot-glass thrash that only allows its professed love of mainstream stuff (Ozzy, Accept, Priest) to leach out under the utmost discipline.
Leaning toward The Promise Ring and (gulp!) The Get Up Kids. A lighter, livelier, “less dark” but still great Brandtson with their solid sophomore release.
This sounds like every other metal/noisecore band out there. Chug-chug-chug, scream! Sludge-sludge-sludge, scream (again)! Atonal shred-shred-shred, snore…
This batch of songs is simply irresistible. Catchy like the classic power metal bands that you love, anthemic in its energy… just fucking great song writing.
These Swedes rock hard, with a gruff-voiced singer and songwriting ability that makes you wanna joyously slam into yer buds, roughhouse a little, and celebrate.