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Where they from?
Seattle, Washington. Playoff hockey is still pretty cool even if your team is not in it. This past weekend saw two multi-goal comebacks in the third period of game sevens, with Winnipeg’s tie-tally coming with 1.6 seconds left in regulation. I legit almost shit my pants. It almost made up for the fact that the Mets lost both games of a double-header yesterday to a much weaker Cardinals team. SPORTS.
Why the hype?
Truth be told I don’t often take time to write about bands of Iron Lung’s stature in this column because I figure they are already well-established enough they don’t really need my help, but it’s been a slow month in terms of releases and sometimes you gotta just take nods towards the kings of certain subgenres. Iron Lung are about as quintessential a 21st century powerviolence band as you can get, combing epic, mountainous doom with surreal and bleak melodicism to create what is pretty much the defining PV catalogue of the past twenty years. No one quite does despair like this duo and their latest record is no exception.
Latest release?
Adapting//Crawling, Iron Lung Records. This is one of those rare records that is so suffocatingly bleak that I legitimately need to mentally prepare myself before listening to it. It is also quite jaggedly beautiful in a way that only this band can seem to accomplish, but yeah, definitely not for the faint of heart. Be prepared for some serious thoughts of body horror and mental torture. Hey, that rhymed!
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