Paces sound like a piss-drunk troll stomping about his cave and bashing into stuff, vocals remind me of the grunt you make when squeezing out a dry shit.
The great leap forward, slamming with confidence (and hip guest stars) into complicated rhythm riffery that owes to industrial, grunge, and the Korn sound.
Matt Mahaffey has built powerful, sexy pop that digitizes hooks that stop you short and jerk you back at all the right places, pushing hard and driving it in.
The best NYHC band from the land of chocolate and Oktoberfest. Last time a NYHC band sounded this eager to break your neck was One Voice (Agnostic Front).
Sorta something special – literate without bein’ boring, authentic without really tryin’ too hard at it, and accessible while transcending mainstream shit.
Reach The Sky’s new record had me reaching for my pillow (and the off button) faster than I could be reminded of how much “old-school revival” irritates me.
80-some-odd tracks from national and international acts that even flew under Lenny Kaye’s Nuggets radar but that a couple people thought worthy of preserving.