Huge and clear, but with none of the essential rock ‘n’ roll grit scrubbed away. New singer Johnny Weills’ feel for bluesier rock music opens up new avenues.
From Hydra Head to the turntablist crowd, this band’s fingerprints are etched deep and hard into the minds of underground noise/electronicheads everywhere.
Dysrythmia are not interested in playing the most complicated, fucked up eight-minute instrumentals. They’d rather dance around each other’s gliding shadows.
Death, technical, sludge-y, grinding, stoner, and occasionally “weird.” The best are death metal gods. Some decent stuff with horrible crap in between.
Exquisite technicality embracing neo-Sabbath doominess coupled with eerie melodies of early ’90s death metal, punctuated by Clutch’s down and dirty aesthetics.
This singular sound is a combination of doomy, death-like melodies with completely conventional rock instrumentation. I find it a bit naggingly fence-sitting.