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Where they from?
Almaty, Kazakhstan. The New York Mets have begin their yearly choke job in rather spectacular fashion. I came home the other night to see them up 6-0 against the Atlanta Braves in the 4th inning only to watch David Peterson walk a million batters in a row, give up up four straight runs and then watch the bullpen give up an additional five, including a grand fucking slam. Think I’m just gonna say fuck it and become a Savannah Bananas fan.
Why the hype?
Do you like punk-y anti-fascist grindcore? Well, brother, do I have a band for you. There’s nothing here that will truly reinvent the wheel but that’s ok, because what they do, they do it rather well. Vicious d-beats seamlessly transition into blast beat spasms while the guitarist seemingly strangles his instrument to choke out all the Excruciating Terror riffs he can. And they do all this with a surprising sense of flow! That’s right, grindcore can have flow to it! Who woulda thunk it?
Latest Release?
World Outcast, self-released. This is the rare grindcore release that actually leaves me wanting MORE. Yes, that’s right, rather than needlessly stuffing their albums with 15-20 minutes of monotonous filler, this band just explodes in your face for five minutes and then high tails in out of there. Kinda like my sex life! Take my wife, please!
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