Bobby Gillespie spent much of the past three years not only reassessing, but reconstructing and redefining what he, his band, and rock ‘n’ roll are all about.
They’re heavy that blends the sounds of throat-tearing vocals, maniacally riffing guitars, and technicolor dreamcloak keyboards into one “symphonic mass.”
If Nick Cave found his happy place, went to Vegas, won some cash, listened to a little lounge, and stopped for a quick lobotomy, it might sound like this.
A standard-setting self-destructive punk album, bringing out the raw, throat-shredding vocals of Stiv Bator and the fuck-overdubs guitarwork and skin-bashing.
Chugga-chugga-chugga. Roaring lyrics about harsh reality and all that. Formerly Raped Ape, Florida’s Paingod have released their debut on Century Media.
From industrial to good ol’ foot-to-the-floor metal, Tägtgren’s new side offers songs for fans of Fear Factory, SYL, Testament, Alice in Chains, and doom.
Layered, snarling vocals, guitar solos that sing, and a reserved use of keyboards. Born of the Flickering is an inspiring record. Amazingly, their debut.