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DEVIATED INSTINCT (Regne Unit) presenta nou EP: "Scavenger Gospel" #DeviatedInstinct #CrustPunk #DeathMetal #ThrashMetal #Setembre2026 #RegneUnit #NouEp #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

DEVIATED INSTINCT (Regne Unit) presenta nou EP: "Scavenger Gospel" #DeviatedInstinct #CrustPunk #DeathMetal #ThrashMetal #Setembre2026 #RegneUnit #NouEp #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

Sometimes it just feels good to let rip some ferocious riffs, pound the drums at headbanging velocity, and rail about society’s ills at a pitch that a caveman can appreciate. At least that’s how I imagine New Mexico’s Street Tombs approaches their songwriting. In 2023, they gave out a good ol’ thrashing on their debut, Reclusive Decay, which didn’t see coverage here, but did land on Decibel’s top 40 albums of the year. Though Reclusive Decay had barely above 30 minutes of music, it’s taken three years to release Existence is Corruption, yet another 30 minutes of high-octane crusty punk. Maybe they used that time to research the thematic content of their lyrics, whose topics include the “complacency, corruption, and destruction” that plague modern society. Nah, who am I kidding? They just want to bludgeon you over the head with the well-honed vocal, riff, and d-beat attack they’ve spent that time sharpening.

Street Tombs combine the punky influence of early d-beat purveyors, Discharge and Celtic Frost, with the physical, in-your-face riffage of Bolt Thrower. This blend makes for a high-energy attack with endless riffs and plenty of whiplash as your neck attempts to navigate their bruising soundscape. Existence is Corruption is a no-frills dose of death metal, skipping the usual atmospheric opener and going straight for the jugular on the pummeling “Pestilent Storm.” This proves the norm, as song after song blasts with furious drum beats and killer riffs, only really pausing for atmospherics once, when “Systematic Suffering” ends on some guitar feedback and atmospherics, to horrifying effect. The risk for this kind of approach is that the music might bleed together, but Street Tombs keep their riffs creative and mix up the pacing. There are plenty of brief but spectacular solos as well as mood shifts that allow the guitars to dig in at a different, less furious angle. So yes, the caveman will dig what these guys are doing, but so will the more evolved among our species.

While they have the vibe of early Discharge, Street Tombs filter it through more modern production values, giving the instruments more punch. This probably comes across on the drums more strongly than anything else. Ben Brodsky’s performance provides a sturdy foundation for the music, and his sheer power gives a boost thanks to a relentless, pounding energy. Brodsky has the sense to lay back and get creative in order to avoid any fatigue from constant d-beat jackhammering, notably some mid-tempo antics on “Systematic Suffering.” The riff attack from David McMaster and Damian Jacoby also engages the brain at a primal level, yet there’s a progressiveness to how they play, allowing surprising developments to permeate the songs. “Mental Mutilation” displays this ability to engage carnal pleasures while the guitars organically shift, leading to a fabulous, though sadly brief, solo.

As much as Street Tombs does mix things up, a uniformity begins to creep into Existence is Corruption. Yes, there are shifts in tone and pacing within songs, but the persistent d-beat blasts and deathly riffs still dominate the record. It’s hard to complain when they play them this effectively, and in such a brief package, yet it does mean individual tracks begin to blend together. Given the style, the 3-4 minute range is the sweet spot, which means the songs that reach or hit the 5-minute mark start to feel repetitive (“Upset the Grave,” “Deceptor”). Jacoby’s vocal delivery similarly suffers from a one-dimensional nature. Don’t get me wrong. I love his vocals and believe they add a distinctive personality to the music, but the lack of diversity in delivery does contribute to that sense of uniformity. In all, these are some nitpicky ways of saying Existence is Corruption didn’t quite break the score counter, but it came close.

These streets may be mean, they may be ugly, and they may be gritty, but most importantly they are loads of fun. Where some death metal acts seek to be as dense and incomprehensible as possible, or insert levels of high artistry in their work, it’s refreshing that acts like Street Tombs exist to engage your id, though with a high level of creativity, mixing intellectual stimulation with brain-melting riffs. These guys don’t do anything that hasn’t been done before, yet they excel at it and have written a record that’s some of the most fun I’ve had with death metal this year.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Carbonized Records
Websites: Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: August 21st, 2026

Torpor, Bastard Idol, Pearl, Cascades MOVED TO EXHIBIT A

Exhibit A, Wednesday, August 12 at 07:00 PM EDT

CRIMINAL TRAP VOL.4

"SECRET BEACH OR BUST"

AUGUST 12 @ EXHIBIT A (4981 AV DUNN)

TORPOR - vintage hardcore

https://torporsanglante.bandcamp.com/album/wasted-innocence

BASTARD IDOL - weekend punk

https://brokenskull.bandcamp.com/album/demo-2025

PEARL (Baltimore) - rock of love

https://pearl-music.bandcamp.com/album/love-grief

CASCADES - tyrannical crust

https://likeweeds.org/cascades/

$10-15 PWYC / NOTAFLOF

ALL AGES - BYOB

7PM / 19H

flyer by Alex Apostolidis

https://montreal.askapunk.net/event/torpor-bastard-idol-pearl-cascades

SPEEDTRAP Vol. II

Piranha Bar, Friday, April 10 at 05:00 PM EDT

Viridian Cult Productions presents:

SPEEDTRAP Vol. II

After thememorable night of ripping speed metal that was SPEEDTRAP Vol. I in 2025, the event returns in 2026 for our second edition, even bigger, badder, and more shred-tastic! We've got bands coming from all over the country for this year's fest, ensuring this is one weekend you won't want to miss!

Taking place over two nights, Friday, April 10th and Saturday, April 11th, here's our lineup for this year!

Friday, April 10th:
- Spirit Unbound (MTL)
- Samurai (MTL)
- Black Absinthe (Toronto)
- Killotine (Hamilton)
- The Scepter (Ottawa)
- Castle (San Francisco / Toronto)

Saturday, April 11th:
- Drowning in Blood (MTL)
- Shroud (MTL)
- Zero Tolerance (Hamilton)
- Saccage (Quebec City)
- Ritual Warfare (Halifax)
- Tower Hill (Edmonton)
- Lycanthro (Toronto)
- Freeways (Brampton)

Poster and logo by the one and only Ghastly McNasty!

Tickets on sale now at the link below:

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/speedtrap-vol-ii-tickets-1982479158530?aff=oddtdtcreator

https://montreal.askapunk.net/event/speedtrap-vol-ii

Akira – Demo 2008
#BlackenedCrust #Experimental #ambient #blackmetal #blackenedhardcore #crust #crustpunk #darkhardcore #drone #hardcorepunk #neocrust #noise #punkrock #screamo #sludge #Saratov
CC BY-NC-ND (#CreativeCommons Attribution Non Commercial No Derivatives) #ccmusic
https://boilyourangel.bandcamp.com/album/demo-2008

Trying to expand my network and find more interesting stuff to follow on here. Any tips? Also, feel free to turn yourself in if you're into any of the same things as I am!

I've got the whole Linux/FOSS side covered pretty well already, but I feel like I'm lacking in some other areas:

Music: #sludge #hxc #beatdown #powerviolence #crustpunk #dbeat #hardcorepunk #deathmetal #warmetal #grindcore #goregrind #noisemusic #gorenoise #dsbm #rabm

Visual art/design: #punkart #darkart #graffiti #xeroxart

AHNA – Perpetual Warfare (2015)
#BlackenedCrust #BlackenedDeathMetal #DeathMetal #Metal #OldSchoolDeathMetal #Punk #crust #crustpunk #grindcore #stenchcore #Vancouver
CC BY-NC-SA (#CreativeCommons Attribution Non Commercial Share Alike)
https://ahna.bandcamp.com/album/perpetual-warfare-2015

Hatchend – Summer of ’69 Review

By Dolphin Whisperer

Nice.1 Or maybe you were thinking about the classic Bryan Adams song of the same name? Just what does a title like Summer of ’69 invoke? Maybe your mind raced to throwback stoner rock—nope, sorry. Perhaps the pop art cover took you to a bright, synth-coated land of big choruses and bigger hair? Still wrong, though. Hatchend instead circles about—cobbled of various Swedish extreme acts—waters of punk-loaded, gravel-voiced crossover thrash. And with a handful of riffs, one song structure, and an urge to throw arms, these crusty hooligans have birthed Summer of ’69. There was a pit at Woodstock, right?2

True to the classic ideals that the aged title represents, Hatchend delivers punky banger after punky banger with just about zero frills. In this lane of sonic fury, fueled by the likes of hardcore/crossover icons like Discharge and D.R.I., it can be hard to deliver a collection that iterates on the already basic structure that the style holds. Guitarist Elis Edin Markskog knows well from his main act, Birdflesh, that a little fluff and feather-ruffling can add a memorable edge to your act. Still, Hatchend seems to eschew most of that letting some mildly abrasive names apply surface wounds to the audience’s eyes (“Bloodthirsty Degenerate,” “A Fierce Scalpel Menace”). Other acts that find no charge in silly or serious messaging instead fly by the power of intensity of tone and delivery. And while Kalle Nimhagen’s (Deathening) death metal-leaning bark supplies a tactile mic spray, it also starts to beg the question of whether Hatchend really has more to offer than a tightly executed tune.

Hatchend kicks off every song of this eight-pack with all the right hooky hammers. When you’re a crossover act of the Municipal Waste variety, that first five to ten seconds of glory only have to hit hard enough to keep the fire burning. Hammering cymbal counts (“Shackled Humanity,” “Scape Goat”), full power riffage (“A Fierce Scalpel Menace,” “Feed This Emptiness”), and hyper-aggressive bass thumpage (“Who’s the Foe Today?”) all weight heavy in Summer’s arsenal of distorted charms. However, with each song being of a longer runtime, in the three to five-minute range, these mostly effective plays can’t carry enough energy into the verses and choruses and blast breaks that feel largely interchangeable between each track.

To make the menagerie of power chord shuffles even more of an indistinguishable hum, Hatchend heaves mix balance to the wayside in a bass-forward presentation that is beyond crusty. Despite the reputation that some of thrash metal’s bigger names may push, thick and leading bass rattling leads the charge in celebrated acts like Overkill or Nuclear Assault. And even in the hardcore lane that inspires this conversation more, Discharge and the like hold a respectable and flashy bass performance at the heart of their aggression—one that is heard and felt alongside all else. But Hatchend has chosen the path of the bulldozer with Dan Bengtsson’s (Pyramido, ex-Crowpath) volume-gorged bass running so wide it near negates the need for the rhythm guitar to even exist. Markskog is far from a slouch on the six, and with a real dialed ear, his riffs run bluesy, playful—and he gets a few moments to break through when there’s a little less on the board. But the choice to bury the guitars in a bassy grave robs Markskog’s performance of nuance.

Hatchend’s thirty-minute first impression struggles to break through the established lineage of thrashers, punks, and their predecessors. Overloud and under-expressed, the band’s sound lacks clarity. Summer of ’69 falls short of telling a compelling story, neither warm enough to be fanciful nor abrasive enough to embrace nihilism. It does, however, achieve the goal of being a burst of high-tempo mosh energy should you need it. With the pedigree of the manic minds who have brought forth plenty of extreme music before, I would expect no less. Unfortunately, I was also hopeful for more.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Selfmadegod Records | Bandcamp
Website: facebook.com/hatchendofficial
Releases Worldwide: August 23rd, 2024

#20 #2024 #Aug24 #Birdflesh #CrossoverThrash #CrustPunk #DBeat #DRI_ #Discharge #Hardcore #Hatchend #MunicipalWaste #NuclearAssault #Overkill #Review #Reviews #SummerOf69 #SwedishMetal #ThrashMetal

Hatchend – Summer of ’69 Review

By Dolphin Whisperer

Nice.1 Or maybe you were thinking about the classic Bryan Adams song of the same name? Just what does a title like Summer of ’69 invoke? Maybe your mind raced to throwback stoner rock—nope, sorry. Perhaps the pop art cover took you to a bright, synth-coated land of big choruses and bigger hair? Still wrong, though. Hatchend instead circles about—cobbled of various Swedish extreme acts—waters of punk-loaded, gravel-voiced crossover thrash. And with a handful of riffs, one song structure, and an urge to throw arms, these crusty hooligans have birthed Summer of ’69. There was a pit at Woodstock, right?2

True to the classic ideals that the aged title represents, Hatchend delivers punky banger after punky banger with just about zero frills. In this lane of sonic fury, fueled by the likes of hardcore/crossover icons like Discharge and D.R.I., it can be hard to deliver a collection that iterates on the already basic structure that the style holds. Guitarist Elis Edin Markskog knows well from his main act, Birdflesh, that a little fluff and feather-ruffling can add a memorable edge to your act. Still, Hatchend seems to eschew most of that letting some mildly abrasive names apply surface wounds to the audience’s eyes (“Bloodthirsty Degenerate,” “A Fierce Scalpel Menace”). Other acts that find no charge in silly or serious messaging instead fly by the power of intensity of tone and delivery. And while Kalle Nimhagen’s (Deathening) death metal-leaning bark supplies a tactile mic spray, it also starts to beg the question of whether Hatchend really has more to offer than a tightly executed tune.

Hatchend kicks off every song of this eight-pack with all the right hooky hammers. When you’re a crossover act of the Municipal Waste variety, that first five to ten seconds of glory only have to hit hard enough to keep the fire burning. Hammering cymbal counts (“Shackled Humanity,” “Scape Goat”), full power riffage (“A Fierce Scalpel Menace,” “Feed This Emptiness”), and hyper-aggressive bass thumpage (“Who’s the Foe Today?”) all weight heavy in Summer’s arsenal of distorted charms. However, with each song being of a longer runtime, in the three to five-minute range, these mostly effective plays can’t carry enough energy into the verses and choruses and blast breaks that feel largely interchangeable between each track.

To make the menagerie of power chord shuffles even more of an indistinguishable hum, Hatchend heaves mix balance to the wayside in a bass-forward presentation that is beyond crusty. Despite the reputation that some of thrash metal’s bigger names may push, thick and leading bass rattling leads the charge in celebrated acts like Overkill or Nuclear Assault. And even in the hardcore lane that inspires this conversation more, Discharge and the like hold a respectable and flashy bass performance at the heart of their aggression—one that is heard and felt alongside all else. But Hatchend has chosen the path of the bulldozer with Dan Bengtsson’s (Pyramido, ex-Crowpath) volume-gorged bass running so wide it near negates the need for the rhythm guitar to even exist. Markskog is far from a slouch on the six, and with a real dialed ear, his riffs run bluesy, playful—and he gets a few moments to break through when there’s a little less on the board. But the choice to bury the guitars in a bassy grave robs Markskog’s performance of nuance.

Hatchend’s thirty-minute first impression struggles to break through the established lineage of thrashers, punks, and their predecessors. Overloud and under-expressed, the band’s sound lacks clarity. Summer of ’69 falls short of telling a compelling story, neither warm enough to be fanciful nor abrasive enough to embrace nihilism. It does, however, achieve the goal of being a burst of high-tempo mosh energy should you need it. With the pedigree of the manic minds who have brought forth plenty of extreme music before, I would expect no less. Unfortunately, I was also hopeful for more.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Selfmadegod Records | Bandcamp
Website: facebook.com/hatchendofficial
Releases Worldwide: August 23rd, 2024

#20 #2024 #Aug24 #Birdflesh #CrossoverThrash #CrustPunk #DBeat #DRI_ #Discharge #Hardcore #Hatchend #MunicipalWaste #NuclearAssault #Overkill #Review #Reviews #SummerOf69 #SwedishMetal #ThrashMetal

Hatchend – Summer of ’69 Review

By Dolphin Whisperer

Nice.1 Or maybe you were thinking about the classic Bryan Adams song of the same name? Just what does a title like Summer of ’69 invoke? Maybe your mind raced to throwback stoner rock—nope, sorry. Perhaps the pop art cover took you to a bright, synth-coated land of big choruses and bigger hair? Still wrong, though. Hatchend instead circles about—cobbled of various Swedish extreme acts—waters of punk-loaded, gravel-voiced crossover thrash. And with a handful of riffs, one song structure, and an urge to throw arms, these crusty hooligans have birthed Summer of ’69. There was a pit at Woodstock, right?2

True to the classic ideals that the aged title represents, Hatchend delivers punky banger after punky banger with just about zero frills. In this lane of sonic fury, fueled by the likes of hardcore/crossover icons like Discharge and D.R.I., it can be hard to deliver a collection that iterates on the already basic structure that the style holds. Guitarist Elis Edin Markskog knows well from his main act, Birdflesh, that a little fluff and feather-ruffling can add a memorable edge to your act. Still, Hatchend seems to eschew most of that letting some mildly abrasive names apply surface wounds to the audience’s eyes (“Bloodthirsty Degenerate,” “A Fierce Scalpel Menace”). Other acts that find no charge in silly or serious messaging instead fly by the power of intensity of tone and delivery. And while Kalle Nimhagen’s (Deathening) death metal-leaning bark supplies a tactile mic spray, it also starts to beg the question of whether Hatchend really has more to offer than a tightly executed tune.

Hatchend kicks off every song of this eight-pack with all the right hooky hammers. When you’re a crossover act of the Municipal Waste variety, that first five to ten seconds of glory only have to hit hard enough to keep the fire burning. Hammering cymbal counts (“Shackled Humanity,” “Scape Goat”), full power riffage (“A Fierce Scalpel Menace,” “Feed This Emptiness”), and hyper-aggressive bass thumpage (“Who’s the Foe Today?”) all weight heavy in Summer’s arsenal of distorted charms. However, with each song being of a longer runtime, in the three to five-minute range, these mostly effective plays can’t carry enough energy into the verses and choruses and blast breaks that feel largely interchangeable between each track.

To make the menagerie of power chord shuffles even more of an indistinguishable hum, Hatchend heaves mix balance to the wayside in a bass-forward presentation that is beyond crusty. Despite the reputation that some of thrash metal’s bigger names may push, thick and leading bass rattling leads the charge in celebrated acts like Overkill or Nuclear Assault. And even in the hardcore lane that inspires this conversation more, Discharge and the like hold a respectable and flashy bass performance at the heart of their aggression—one that is heard and felt alongside all else. But Hatchend has chosen the path of the bulldozer with Dan Bengtsson’s (Pyramido, ex-Crowpath) volume-gorged bass running so wide it near negates the need for the rhythm guitar to even exist. Markskog is far from a slouch on the six, and with a real dialed ear, his riffs run bluesy, playful—and he gets a few moments to break through when there’s a little less on the board. But the choice to bury the guitars in a bassy grave robs Markskog’s performance of nuance.

Hatchend’s thirty-minute first impression struggles to break through the established lineage of thrashers, punks, and their predecessors. Overloud and under-expressed, the band’s sound lacks clarity. Summer of ’69 falls short of telling a compelling story, neither warm enough to be fanciful nor abrasive enough to embrace nihilism. It does, however, achieve the goal of being a burst of high-tempo mosh energy should you need it. With the pedigree of the manic minds who have brought forth plenty of extreme music before, I would expect no less. Unfortunately, I was also hopeful for more.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Selfmadegod Records | Bandcamp
Website: facebook.com/hatchendofficial
Releases Worldwide: August 23rd, 2024

#20 #2024 #Aug24 #Birdflesh #CrossoverThrash #CrustPunk #DBeat #DRI_ #Discharge #Hardcore #Hatchend #MunicipalWaste #NuclearAssault #Overkill #Review #Reviews #SummerOf69 #SwedishMetal #ThrashMetal

ACxDC – G.O.A.T. Review

By Dear Hollow

If you don’t know ACxDC, then what are you doing with your life? Like listening to actually good metal? Too bad for your sorry ass. The LA natives are back in black for their own highway to hell, and it’s too good to be true. For the woefully uninformed and uncultured, don’t even think alternate or direct current and Brian Johnson, you swine. It’s Antichrist Demoncore, and the peanut butter cup moniker of divine apathy is so sweet and gummy. ACxDC’s EP The Second Coming was introduced when I first got to college, and if I’d had my way, debut full-length Antichrist Demoncore would have been blaring when I graduated. Well, maybe not, because they’re really fuckin’ obnoxious.

Now, I know I’m supposed to be the knower of all things and genres, but ACxDC was my first powerviolence experience, and only later did I delve into the grind-adjacent beatdowns of Weekend Nachos, Nails, or Mammoth Grinder.1 Only when the inimitable Dolphin Whisperer crooned sweetly, explaining that powerviolence is actually grindcore’s degenerate and inbred little cousin did I understand that powerviolence is actually fundamentally better. Just as its two full-lengths, bevy of splits and EPs since 2003 suggest, ACxDC is about as meatheaded and tempo-abusing as they come, with hints of thrash, groove, and crust, with a forked tongue implanted heavily in cheek. It’s fun. It’s obnoxious.

Oh look, you’re still here. ACxDC tears you a new one across twenty-four minutes and seventeen tracks of insanity hastily garbed in Satanic gym clothes for the second coming of the hot new PE teacher.2 The riffs get hot and heavy fast, with tracks like “Boxed In,” “Greatest of All Time,” “Definition of Insanity,” and “Thot Police” dragging their crusty balls across unassuming listeners’ ears, while the relentless blastbeats and grindy sanders of “Wanna See a Dead Body?,” “Flying Pigs,” and “Vested Interest” are sure to warrant some facial reconstructions. Vocals are all over the place, shrieks and growls taking the piss, as tracks like “Fairweather,” “Clout Chaser,” and “Goatcore” take a bite straight outta that death metal buttcheek. The abilities of the guitars to shift from crusty hardcore a la Amebix to the thick slogs of Entombed A.D., and the manic attack of the drums and its formidable tone? Boy howdy.

Now, the chugs are a different story. And by a different story, I mean we go from Eclipse to Breaking Dawn, okay? I guess the chugs and stank make powerviolence not grindcore but I ain’t a gatekeeper – hell, I don’t even know anyone who keeps gates (what is that, for pets?). If you’re like, “oh Dear Hollow talks about the shit he doesn’t like in this section,” think again, bitch. The chugs of ACxDC are trying to be your friend, with tracks like “Karoshi,” “At Midnight” and “Cloud Chaser” clawing their way into your pants once and for all. Cuts like “Fairweather,” “Thot Police,” and “Expired” are necessary listening if you like music, but otherwise the rest of G.O.A.T. is the most obnoxious din ever, guaranteed to get your parents calling the pastor while clutching pearls and a copy of the ESV New Testament. Because that’s how ACxDC do.

I have a method (for once) for grading ACxDC. I take how many stank faces have I made through the course of this album, then take that number and divide it by, like, twelve or maybe eight. Whatever. Then I add a solid sixty-nine, then take the integral of that shit.3 My point is that I made a lotta stank faces with G.O.A.T. and I perturbed a lot of student work by blasting this in class. It’s ACxDC for the true G.O.A.T., IYKYK.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 4 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Prosthetic Records
Websites: acxdc.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/ACxDC
Releases Worldwide: April 26th, 2024

#2024 #30 #ACxDC #AmericanMetal #Apr24 #CrustPunk #DeathMetal #GOAT_ #Grindcore #MammothGrinder #Nails #Powerviolence #ProstheticRecords #Review #Reviews #WeekendNachos

ACxDC – G.O.A.T. Review

By Dear Hollow

If you don’t know ACxDC, then what are you doing with your life? Like listening to actually good metal? Too bad for your sorry ass. The LA natives are back in black for their own highway to hell, and it’s too good to be true. For the woefully uninformed and uncultured, don’t even think alternate or direct current and Brian Johnson, you swine. It’s Antichrist Demoncore, and the peanut butter cup moniker of divine apathy is so sweet and gummy. ACxDC’s EP The Second Coming was introduced when I first got to college, and if I’d had my way, debut full-length Antichrist Demoncore would have been blaring when I graduated. Well, maybe not, because they’re really fuckin’ obnoxious.

Now, I know I’m supposed to be the knower of all things and genres, but ACxDC was my first powerviolence experience, and only later did I delve into the grind-adjacent beatdowns of Weekend Nachos, Nails, or Mammoth Grinder.1 Only when the inimitable Dolphin Whisperer crooned sweetly, explaining that powerviolence is actually grindcore’s degenerate and inbred little cousin did I understand that powerviolence is actually fundamentally better. Just as its two full-lengths, bevy of splits and EPs since 2003 suggest, ACxDC is about as meatheaded and tempo-abusing as they come, with hints of thrash, groove, and crust, with a forked tongue implanted heavily in cheek. It’s fun. It’s obnoxious.

Oh look, you’re still here. ACxDC tears you a new one across twenty-four minutes and seventeen tracks of insanity hastily garbed in Satanic gym clothes for the second coming of the hot new PE teacher.2 The riffs get hot and heavy fast, with tracks like “Boxed In,” “Greatest of All Time,” “Definition of Insanity,” and “Thot Police” dragging their crusty balls across unassuming listeners’ ears, while the relentless blastbeats and grindy sanders of “Wanna See a Dead Body?,” “Flying Pigs,” and “Vested Interest” are sure to warrant some facial reconstructions. Vocals are all over the place, shrieks and growls taking the piss, as tracks like “Fairweather,” “Clout Chaser,” and “Goatcore” take a bite straight outta that death metal buttcheek. The abilities of the guitars to shift from crusty hardcore a la Amebix to the thick slogs of Entombed A.D., and the manic attack of the drums and its formidable tone? Boy howdy.

Now, the chugs are a different story. And by a different story, I mean we go from Eclipse to Breaking Dawn, okay? I guess the chugs and stank make powerviolence not grindcore but I ain’t a gatekeeper – hell, I don’t even know anyone who keeps gates (what is that, for pets?). If you’re like, “oh Dear Hollow talks about the shit he doesn’t like in this section,” think again, bitch. The chugs of ACxDC are trying to be your friend, with tracks like “Karoshi,” “At Midnight” and “Cloud Chaser” clawing their way into your pants once and for all. Cuts like “Fairweather,” “Thot Police,” and “Expired” are necessary listening if you like music, but otherwise the rest of G.O.A.T. is the most obnoxious din ever, guaranteed to get your parents calling the pastor while clutching pearls and a copy of the ESV New Testament. Because that’s how ACxDC do.

I have a method (for once) for grading ACxDC. I take how many stank faces have I made through the course of this album, then take that number and divide it by, like, twelve or maybe eight. Whatever. Then I add a solid sixty-nine, then take the integral of that shit.3 My point is that I made a lotta stank faces with G.O.A.T. and I perturbed a lot of student work by blasting this in class. It’s ACxDC for the true G.O.A.T., IYKYK.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 4 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Prosthetic Records
Websites: acxdc.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/ACxDC
Releases Worldwide: April 26th, 2024

#2024 #30 #ACxDC #AmericanMetal #Apr24 #CrustPunk #DeathMetal #GOAT_ #Grindcore #MammothGrinder #Nails #Powerviolence #ProstheticRecords #Review #Reviews #WeekendNachos

ACxDC – G.O.A.T. Review

By Dear Hollow

If you don’t know ACxDC, then what are you doing with your life? Like listening to actually good metal? Too bad for your sorry ass. The LA natives are back in black for their own highway to hell, and it’s too good to be true. For the woefully uninformed and uncultured, don’t even think alternate or direct current and Brian Johnson, you swine. It’s Antichrist Demoncore, and the peanut butter cup moniker of divine apathy is so sweet and gummy. ACxDC’s EP The Second Coming was introduced when I first got to college, and if I’d had my way, debut full-length Antichrist Demoncore would have been blaring when I graduated. Well, maybe not, because they’re really fuckin’ obnoxious.

Now, I know I’m supposed to be the knower of all things and genres, but ACxDC was my first powerviolence experience, and only later did I delve into the grind-adjacent beatdowns of Weekend Nachos, Nails, or Mammoth Grinder.1 Only when the inimitable Dolphin Whisperer crooned sweetly, explaining that powerviolence is actually grindcore’s degenerate and inbred little cousin did I understand that powerviolence is actually fundamentally better. Just as its two full-lengths, bevy of splits and EPs since 2003 suggest, ACxDC is about as meatheaded and tempo-abusing as they come, with hints of thrash, groove, and crust, with a forked tongue implanted heavily in cheek. It’s fun. It’s obnoxious.

Oh look, you’re still here. ACxDC tears you a new one across twenty-four minutes and seventeen tracks of insanity hastily garbed in Satanic gym clothes for the second coming of the hot new PE teacher.2 The riffs get hot and heavy fast, with tracks like “Boxed In,” “Greatest of All Time,” “Definition of Insanity,” and “Thot Police” dragging their crusty balls across unassuming listeners’ ears, while the relentless blastbeats and grindy sanders of “Wanna See a Dead Body?,” “Flying Pigs,” and “Vested Interest” are sure to warrant some facial reconstructions. Vocals are all over the place, shrieks and growls taking the piss, as tracks like “Fairweather,” “Clout Chaser,” and “Goatcore” take a bite straight outta that death metal buttcheek. The abilities of the guitars to shift from crusty hardcore a la Amebix to the thick slogs of Entombed A.D., and the manic attack of the drums and its formidable tone? Boy howdy.

Now, the chugs are a different story. And by a different story, I mean we go from Eclipse to Breaking Dawn, okay? I guess the chugs and stank make powerviolence not grindcore but I ain’t a gatekeeper – hell, I don’t even know anyone who keeps gates (what is that, for pets?). If you’re like, “oh Dear Hollow talks about the shit he doesn’t like in this section,” think again, bitch. The chugs of ACxDC are trying to be your friend, with tracks like “Karoshi,” “At Midnight” and “Cloud Chaser” clawing their way into your pants once and for all. Cuts like “Fairweather,” “Thot Police,” and “Expired” are necessary listening if you like music, but otherwise the rest of G.O.A.T. is the most obnoxious din ever, guaranteed to get your parents calling the pastor while clutching pearls and a copy of the ESV New Testament. Because that’s how ACxDC do.

I have a method (for once) for grading ACxDC. I take how many stank faces have I made through the course of this album, then take that number and divide it by, like, twelve or maybe eight. Whatever. Then I add a solid sixty-nine, then take the integral of that shit.3 My point is that I made a lotta stank faces with G.O.A.T. and I perturbed a lot of student work by blasting this in class. It’s ACxDC for the true G.O.A.T., IYKYK.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 4 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Prosthetic Records
Websites: acxdc.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/ACxDC
Releases Worldwide: April 26th, 2024

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