I still place these guys as gobbling Pere Ubu’s pre-LP stuff, as well as other crude-aggo-outsider shit from the fair city of Cleveland when Carter was President.
Part thrash classic, part Swedish melodic death metal glory, this six-piece blends melodic, soaring guitar, virtuositic keyboards, and death roars and bellows.
Imagine if Sabbath circa ’73 drew in a huge Queen influence, and then Ozzy convinced the guys to let fly with their (well, his) love of Beatles’ melodies.
Noodle here, howl there, “tricky” time signature changes if you’ve never played an instrument, and light/dark, pussy mewl/howl, put a check-mark next to each.