They make Minor Threat sound like The Mentors. And, unlike Minor Threat (but so like the majority of NYHC bands), they have no sense of humor what…so…ever.
Abhinanda has a power and intensity reminiscent of so many Dischord bands, but breaks it up with old-school melodies and even an acoustic number or two.
While not as gritty, it still possesses an almost hypnotic monotony that acts as a perfect white-noise buffer to the vagaries of an unpleasant environment.
TITD sawed the audience in half with overdriven guitar, creative sampling, and drumming that would have sounded appropriate on Led Zeppelin’s Moby Dick.
Here perhaps was the rebellion-from-the-fold (Christian or otherwise) I expect from a clear-headed, independent hardcore band, but nope, same ol’, same ol’.
This sophomore effort is creative, powerful, and a perfect match to Saloman’s distinctive voice, which soars, yet has enough power to shout out above the din.
They sound like Strongarm: Generic, metal-ish hardcore. I can handle that most of the time, but not along with knee-jerk prosletyzing about the “moral life.”