Aren’t we progressive with the violin, samples, and more interludes, segues, and tangents than I care to go into. I’m impressed. No, I don’t like your band.
The sun scratches her way through the twisted branches of night. You must go back. You see the silver trail flowing behind you. Reluctantly, you reel it in.
A roar. Hyperspeed drumming. Lightning leads. Then the Entombed-esque chop and slash attack comes in with a dramatic burst of speed to break up the chugging.
Each tune is a little different from the last and they all kick ass. Hardcore, rock, rap, funk, cool samples, a wah-wah pedal, and assorted hilarious shit.
This one took a while to convince me it had hardcore influences. Jorge’s voice has more European death style than one expects from a street-smart NYHC band.
Hard rock with thick bass, powerchord guitars, sissy vocals, and drumsticks a-twirling. The hardest the vocals get is when the singer needs to clear his throat.