Commando has a legacy to uphold, and WOTB does just that. The game’s breathless, bullet-frenzied action whizzes by, leaving little time for nitpicking.
Traditional rock instruments plus “Japanese” and “metal” percussion. Pretty great big rumble-grunt vs. doom-grind. That you can’t understand a word helps too.
A bell-ringer that hit the doom gong in a new way. A slow, grind-inflected deathly thud subtracting the rock and adding more coagulated crush and heavy drone.
The plainspoken vocals aligned with the semi-doom crush via melancholy sparkle is mid-90s AmRep, so I see Helmet and Slint more than metal qua metal as rootage.
Live warts ‘n’ all at thee NYC institution, CBGBs (RIP), garagists The Mooney Suzuki ride ’60s into ’70s rootage like their NYC forebearers The Fuzztones did.
Collects the leftover pieces that Never Ender didn’t get to, including b-sides from the band’s last three full-lengths, multiple splits, and rare comp entries.