Fleshworld/Gazers/Viscera/// – Split CD

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This October seems like it is the month of split releases, many compelling link-ups sharing some striking sounds and bands. Unquiet Records are releasing one of the more notable encounters in the shape of a split release between Polish hardcore bred post metallers Fleshworld, French blackened post-hardcorers Gazers, and Italian psychedelic metallers Viscera///. It is a gripping collection of songs which come from different angles of sonic consumption but unite in a mutual heavy and depressive examination of senses and imagination. It is an enthralling proposition, a release which can devour ears and emotions in a nihilistic landscape of intensity and sound but also treat them to contagious and just as toxic refreshing enterprise.

The first three tracks are provided by Kraków quintet Fleshworld, a band drawing on inspirations from the likes of Opeth, Neurosis, Cult Of Luna, and Deathspell Omega in their sound. They have already awoken attention through previous 6-track release Like we’re all equal, also released on Unquiet, and here get the split off to an imposing and potent start. Their first track Krąg grips ears with a sonic lancing before bulky rhythms twist over the senses. It is a tasty start added to by the melodic groove wrapping around the initial bait of the song. With a vocal sample adding to the emerging shadowed drama, the track flirts and intimidates with equal success, the guitars of Mateusz Szczurek and Kuba Leszko sculpting a captivating design within the increasingly darker and oppressive rhythmic provocation bred by drummer Szymon Łuczyński and bassist Łukasz Klamiński. The song continues to threaten and seduce, as the raw vocal squalls of Tytus Kalicki rage and spill venom across the bewitching consumption of ears and emotions. Acidic melodies and barbarous hooks are never far from the surface of the growing tempest though, it all making for a scintillating start to the release.

   The band’s other pair of songs never quite match up to the first such it’s might, but Pętla with its heavy resonating bass lure and similarly magnetic rhythmic enticement certainly comes close. It is a captivating entrance which spreads a blackened and caustic breath across its spine through evocative melodies from the guitar and a raw hostility to the vocals respectively. It emerges as a brooding and increasingly chilling erosive wash which leaves thoughts lost in a barren corrosive soundscape and emotions exposed to a stark sonic climate. Its successor Rezygnacja, which features guest vocals from Alex Stjernfeldt and Victor Wegeborn from The Moth Gatherer, is similarly drenched in uncompromising and oppressive textures within a destructive atmosphere, but again shape its scenery with an impressive and attention gripping display from drums and bass. The rawest uncomfortable track of the three, it reveals more of the immersive depths and skilled composing of Fleshworld and their ability to lock the listener willingly into a scarring embrace.

Hailing from Paris, the 2012 formed quintet of Gazers has also earned a potent reputation through their self-titled EP of last year and live shows where they have graced stages alongside the likes of The Rodeo Idiot Engine, Cowards, Loma Prieta, Code Orange Kids, and Twitching Tongues. There first contribution to the split comes in the intrigue drenched Rash, a track taking its time to seize the senses. From a cold and raw ambience also infused with sampled vocals, though a distant whisper here, the song erupts in a blaze of hardcore, crust surfaced animosity. Spiky hooks and cruel grooves emerge as vocals roar with malcontent, a greater anger and maliciousness coating each step of the song’s evolution. It is a potent track which makes for a keen but uneasy listen before the stronger weight and adventure of The Decline takes over. Firm beats and rugged scythes of guitar are met by a deranged flame of riffs, everything at odds but fitting masterfully to ensnare ears and appetite. Further in a mellower but no less stark and intimately imposing passage plays with the imagination too, it adding to the great unpredictability of song and the band’s engrossing enterprise.

     The following Epilogue is the same, a song never allowing thoughts and emotions rest as it roams and permeates the senses with a revolving rage of gripping rhythms, sonic abrasing, and vocal ferocity. The best of Gazers’ trio of offerings, the track is a maelstrom of creative spite and imaginative turbulence worrying and igniting the senses for an intensive and flavoursome examination.

The final two songs on the release comes from Viscera///, a band employing essences and experiences in styles like post hardcore, space rock, ambient, and drone, gained by members past and present of bands such as Morkobot, Blanca Division, Malasangre, The Drop Machine, Mount Piezein Circle, Edema, Wicked Minds, The Vendetta, and Self Human Combustion. With two albums, many splits, and tours all across Europe under their belt, the trio now turn their attention to the split and unleash their gripping mix of metal and psyche rock. Versus swiftly tightens its steely grip on ears with rigid beats and acerbic grooves, they a spring board for subsequent waves of rolling rhythms, ravenous blackened pestilence, and in turn voracious tsunamis of sound and malevolence. It is a hellacious mix but one where very turn is complete with sparking twists of invention and sonic radiance.

Its successor Nobody’s Diary, a cover of the Yazoo track, ignites ears and imagination with even more triumphant ingenuity next. The track instantly storms the psyche with virulent and scathing riffery as sonic blooms break out around its tempest, but it is the unexpected display of clean vocals which tips the balance and inspires a delicious multi-flavoured landscape of warped and imaginative endeavour to steal the passions. With its sound aligned to a thick sludgy furnace of hostility, the song is an outstanding end to a rather impressive and thoroughly enjoyable encounter.

Personal tastes dictates which songs stand above others but every track and each of the three bands, make a compelling and richly satisfying persuasion impossible to resist.

The Split release is available now via Unquiet Records @ www.unquietrecords.com/product/fleshworldgazersviscera-3-way-split/

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Kruger – Adam And Steve

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There is probably a masochistic side to us all that get off on being swallowed up by a vicious wall of blisteringly hostile and sonically destructive noise but also the ability to see and appreciate the beauty in such tsunamis of unbridled animosity. It can be a seductive corrosion at times and none more so than that found on Adam And Steve, the new merciless album from Swiss noise sculptors Kruger. The eight track inferno of sound and antagonistic invention is a glorious exploration of abrasion, causticity, and sonic savagery but equally a purveyor of some of the most toxic hooks and inescapable contagion bred by venomous imagination. Every note and syllable comes with malice and each twist with ingenious captivation, resulting in an encounter confirming the band as one of the most thrilling alchemists of noise.

Formed in 2001, the Lausanne quintet has been on a steady and impressing ascent since debut album Built For Speed unleashed its ruinous charm upon the senses a year later. 2004 saw second full-length Cattle Truck draw greater attention towards the band, including that of Listenable Records who signed the band and have released their assaults on the senses ever since, starting with the Kurt Ballou mixed Redemption Through Looseness of 2007.Its success and acclaim was matched by the band spreading across Europe with shows and tours, but it was last album For Death, Glory and The End of The World three years later which thrust Kruger into a global spotlight, something Adam And Steve will only intensify. Last year saw the two-track EP 333 tease and spark eager anticipation of things to come but in many ways it only hinted at the triumphs destined to devour the senses and psyche courtesy of the new release.

Complete with a new guitarist and the success of a tour with Gojira last year behind them, the band instantly goes for the jugular upon the Magnus Lindberg of Cult of Luna mixed storm. Rampaging heavy booted riffs and boulders of rhythmic violence descend on ears from the first breath of opener Bottoms Up, the track an immediate onslaught but almost as swiftly employing enticing vocal harmonies behind the caustic squalls of Renaud right away sparking an even keener appetite for the abuse. The raw throated tone of Blaise’s bass snarls and preys on ears with predatory intent whilst the guitars of Margo and Raul sear and swarm across song and senses with deliberate irritancy. It is a deliciously bracing and compelling assault, the vocals across the band continuing to seduce whilst acidic melodies and grooves worm under the skin for a lingering tempting.KRUGER-A&S_cover_sm

The stunning start is rivalled by the following Discotheque, its entrance on a building rhythmic wave instant anthemic bait enslaving thoughts and passions straight away before the band unleashes a barbarous cauldron of merciless beatings and synapse flailing sonic design. Creating a reined in yet uncompromising brawl of essences potent in the flavouring of a Converge and Unsane and aligned to the creative ferocity of a Coilguns, who the band are sharing dates with as the album is released, the song is a tempestuous fury. Unafraid to explore more progressive and post metal scenery within its cavernous depths, it soars and brutalises its soundscape before making way for the infectious tenacity of the album’s title track. Grooves and sonic lancing almost swagger with their vicious hues and ideation whilst vocally and rhythmically the track exchanges another unpredictable and addictive web of spite and craft for a black and blue bruising of the listener’s senses.

Both tracks, and especially the second, set a new hunger for the raucous seduction working within Adam and Steve, something the pair of Charger and Mountain Man toy with and ultimately reinforce. The first of the two prowls ears and thoughts with seeming relish, its roar a severe yet magnetic intrigue drenched predation soaked in infectious imagination and intensive examinations from drums and guitars especially. Within its fury though there is a charm and sonic elegance which escape their binding to cast a masterful calm and resourceful beauty midway in, like the eye of a storm settling fears until the track explodes once again into its hellacious but inviting tempest. Its successor as all tracks almost swings from the fearsome skills and invention of drummer Raph, his wild but perfectly and precisely conjured attacks the irresistible core for which here, grooves and riffs can shape enthralling designs whilst vocals croon and bawl with equal strength and appeal. It is a numbing and invigorating fury, its voracity as unbridled as its invention and raw passion.

For personal tastes the pinnacle of the album comes with the next two tracks, the album reaching new plateaus with firstly The Wild Brunch, a track as melodic and harmonious as it is acutely ravenous and brutal. Across the album hardcore, heavy rock, metal, and more all add rich hues to the hurricane of noise and on this majestic emprise, the weighty thunderous riffs and tonal bruising you would imagine of a Mastodon or Gojira stake their claim to the passions. It is a devastating and engrossing treat but soon surpassed by the brilliance of the heavily unpredictable Herbivores. Easily one of the best songs heard this year, it at times soothes and riles in the same breath as vocals and guitars fuel the passion and incendiary imagination of the riveting track. In others it simply bewitches through bestial rhythmic slaps and grizzled bass suasion, all the time exploring a simultaneously destructive rabidity and insatiably seducing invention.

The album is brought to an end by Farewell, an expansive exploration of sound, emotional landscapes, and the listener physically and mentally. The instrumental is a journey all in itself and the fitting masterful finale to a thrilling encounter. Adam & Steve uses noise as if it is on its own personal vendetta against the senses but also as a commanding colour in the maelstrom of textures and imaginative hues which permeates its raging exploration. Kruger has created an engrossing and irresistible conflict with an album which plays like an aural judge and executioner, and seductress.

Adam & Steve is available now digitally and on CD via Listenable Records @ http://www.shop.listenable.net/en/5725-kruger-adam-and-steve-ltd-digipack-with-slipcase-t-shirt-bundle-pre-order.html and on partially black, partially sin-red vinyl through Pelagic records @ http://pelagic-records.com/vinyl/

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Riwen – Self Titled

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Making their debut with a furious three track self-titled EP, Riwen is the new hardcore fuelled project of Cult Of Luna guitarist/vocalist Johannes Persson. It is an encounter which prowls a whole new landscape for the musician but on the evidence of the band’s first release, one as passionately driven and explored as anything you would expect from his creative mind and craft. It is intensive and brutally imposing, and whilst the release is not breaking dramatic new ground for hardcore, its ferociously dark and heavy presence veined with sonic and melodic tenacity, makes it potently stand out.

Alongside Persson, Riwen’s line-up is completed by Totalt Jävla Mörker current and former members in respectively Christian Augustin and Fredrik Lindkvist. The band emerged from songs which Persson wrote last year, a clutch of tracks inspired by in his words, “the vein of music that I grew up to and was the influence when I learned to write music about 20 years ago. Think early 90’s hardcore like Integrity, Judge, Damnation AD, Battery, Amce and onward in that fashion.” The result is a presence and sound to the band which takes no prisoners and is ill-tempered in breath and touch but also emotionally transfixing and melancholically hostile.

The EP opens with Nature Calls Us Back, a sonic resonance the spring board for a colossal avalanche of beats and grievous predatory riffs. That wall of sound is soon into a heavily imposing stride blistered with an intermittent sonic 10491081_247638098767358_6414857369916074870_nenterprise. It is an uncompromising and intensive examination yet deceptively contagious, raw grooves and barbed hooks littering the tsunami of passion and intensity guided by coarse vocal squalls. It may not blow the senses from their safety but the track permeates and grows in strength and corrosive rabidity over time to linger and mark an impressive first attack from the band.

The following Values similarly flies at ears though it gets down to business with a quicker and more voracious viciousness from its opening breath. An acidic groove even in its short intrusions makes compelling bait within the sonic and impassioned fury raging around it, before making a longer and spicier impact as the brawl of vocals and rhythms spread their venom with energy and spite to match the rage of guitars. It is a relentless torrent of noise and anger which again grips the imagination with ease before making way for the closing track, Karlsgrundet.

Initially a slower, more lumbering protagonist but with a keen canter to its hungry predation, the song builds up its intimidating climate and intensity until it breaks and careers into a furnace of fleet footed rhythmic animosity and sonic savagery. There is still some rein on it all though which allows an adventurous tempest of enterprise from drums and guitars as the bass prowls with bestial purpose. Though the release is not exactly a ground-breaking exercise within hardcore, the track explores a blackened and heavily unleashed violation which certainly adds new flavoursome twists and endeavour to anything from the genre in 2014.

Ending with a shadowed stringed coaxing which still holds a portentous threat, the song is a drama drenched investigation of ears and emotions which, added to the first pair, provides something as riveting as it is imposing. Riwen, band and EP, leaves appetite and anticipation healthy and eager for more from the project ahead, whilst expectations are now high and greedier thanks to this impressive first offering.

Riwen has now added bassist Christoffer Röstlund Jonsson and guitarist Marita Jonsson Mätlik to the line-up.

The Riwen EP is available on CD and 10″ vinyl from October 13th on Indie Recordings @ http://www.omerch.eu/shop/indierecordings/search.php?pg=1&stext=Riwen&scat=2302&nobox=true

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RingMaster 13/10/2014

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Rise Of The Northstar – Welcame

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Like being bitch slapped by Godzilla, Welcame the debut album from French thrashers Rise Of The Northstar shows little respect and the utmost hostility yet still charms the frilly panties off the passions. Swiftly instilling itself as one of our lustful favourite releases of 2014, the release is an unrelenting brawl on the senses. Mixing thrash, hardcore, and varied strains of metal aggression in a binding of manga and Japanese cultural inspiration, sound and album is an exhausting thrill which violently bruises and angrily seduces at every turn.

Consisting of vocalist Vithia, guitarists Eva-B and Air One, bassist Fabulous Fab, and drummer Hokuto No Kev, Rise Of The Northstar go straight for the jugular on their Repression Records release full-length and soon has defences willing to be split and devoured by the hellacious fury of ‘manga-core’. Opener What The Fuck tears the senses from their comfort zone, the maniacal glint in the eye of the whole album swiftly and ruthlessly seizing ears once the first song emerges from its deceptive melodic coaxing, guitars opening up with a radiant lure veined by sonic enterprise. When it comes, the colossal wall of sound expelled by the track is a tsunami of spite and intensity. Riffs savage air and senses whilst beats pummel everything in sight. It is a vicious assault and quite irresistible especially as a death metal like malevolence aligns itself with rap cultured vocals and a charging thrash voracity. Everything about the song is raw, vocals and lyrics to riffs and rhythms all looming over the senses like a mix of Slipknot, Bad Brains, and Toxic Holocaust. Its open hostility is also equipped with a sonic temptation which rather than temper the raging seems to ignite it further.

The staggering start is matched within seconds by the predatory Welcame (Furyo State Of Mind), the track from its first breath stalking its victim. A Stuck Mojo like animosity rages in the midst of the storm whilst Cypress Hill like WELCAMEartsonic slithers adds a tease to the incendiary and contagious confrontation. That original slow crawl in attack eventually explodes in primal urgency to incinerate the climate of the song before relaxing back into its insidious stroll. The track is as uncompromising as it is addictive and followed by an equally ferocious and merciless assault in The New Path. Again ears and emotions feel like they are being hunted down by the intensive weight and fury of the track but also just as forcibly find themselves being serenaded by group harmonies and anthemic tenacity. It is a scintillating and pleasingly unpredictable incitement setting a new strain of hunger in motion ready for the excellent Samurai Spirit.

The album’s fourth song casts caustic sonic swirls and a bass probing to tenderise thoughts at first before vocals spew malice and spite with every syllable forced through clenched teeth. Riffs and chords hang around the song with intimidating effect whilst beats slap with increasing tenacity and muscle the further the track challenges the senses. Again though there is a vocal union which demands allegiance, another anthem emerging to push the heights of the album further.

Both Dressed All In Black and Again And Again keep things furiously compelling, the first a belligerent riot of craft and invention which uses every twist of its imagination to unleash another exciting and adversarial predation. It equally sets a web of sonic enterprise to captivate as it spills blood before its successor takes a music box simplicity and naivety into an imposingly rugged and jaundiced landscape. Though neither quite matches the brilliance of those before them, each impresses as they add new character and invigorating variety to the album just like the next up Tyson. A cloud of haunting ambience and sinister atmosphere smothers ears first before riffs erupt in carnivorous voice and intent. Hardcore driven vocals then fly at ears angrily from within in the brewing tempest around them. An infectious stride breaks out next, dragging thoughts and passions with its easily accessible yet nasty resourcefulness. The track matches its title in weight, strength, and menace, again not setting a raging fire in emotions but stirring them up to lively satisfaction all the same.

The ridiculously addictive Bosozoku uncages another storming treat; grooves and riffs in league as they bind ears and passions in their riveting anthemic bait to which rhythms administer their welcome brutality as vocals roar with rebellious relish. It is a blistering slab of rock ‘n’ roll pushing Welcame back to its highest plateau, a level maintained by the following cover of the Pharoahe Monch track Simon Says. Possibly the most brutal and imposing rap track you will hear this year, the band turns it into a storm of antagonistic destruction. There is no peace at its eye either, just more full-blooded voracity and malevolent intent.

The album is brought to a potent end through the fusion of rapcore and thrash infused hardcore uncaged by Authentic and the adrenaline fuelled thrash savagery of Blast ‘Em All, both tracks enthralling debilitating anthems no one could be unwilling to offer their bodies to. They complete a roaring triumph of a release, our introduction to Rise Of The Northstar, despite them apparently having a couple of EPs already loose on the world, and the start of a lustful friendship we suspect.

Welcame is available now on Repression Records.

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RingMaster 23/09/2014

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(Hed)p.e. – Evolution

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From the first striking and forceful raw incitements of tracks like Firsty, Tired of Sleep, and P.O.S., on their self-titled debut album, (Hed)p.e. has been a lustful follow for us at The RingMaster Review. Certainly their subsequent albums have ebbed and flowed in success but each hitting the personal sweet spot to some degree or other. So new release Evolution had a head start with thoughts but also faced a more demanding appetite after eight highly persuasive previous studio full-lengths. The questions and hopes placed before it were swiftly swept aside by a release which lives up to its title musically as well as in theme. It is a thrilling proposition which maybe does not show its new shift in ideation and sound as loudly in some tracks as in others but provides a tantalising brawl of intent and enterprise which should ignite even the emotions of those not quite as enamoured as ourselves.

Evolution is the quartet’s first release with Pavement Entertainment and sees the Huntington Beach hailing band grab inspiration from their heavier roots; sinews and heavyweight riffs challenging the senses as grippingly as the cast of flavours and imaginative ideation more expected from a (Hed)p.e. incitement. Just stepping into their third decade, the band has almost regrouped their ideas and thoughts with Evolution, starting a new chapter with the cream of the essences which took them to this point in time and entwining them with new adventures. As mentioned the album does not persistently roar with its new intent but there are equally times where new twists inspires the tingles first felt when discovering the eclectic enticement of the band way back in 1997 through their first album three years after founding.

The opening slap of tom toms announcing opener No Turning Back instantly grabs attention, their easy coaxing leading ears into a fiery wall of intensive riffs and forcibly crisp rhythms. It is a potent slap on the senses with the sonic HedPE_Evolution_Covergrowl expected of the band. Veins of melodic acidity add drama and intrigue to the proposal before the distinctive vocals of Jared Gomes surge into view with the lyrical confrontation and antagonism again firmly assumed of the band. With climactic shadows and imposing intensity, the track is a scintillating start, an infectious rage to set things off. The bass of Mark ‘Mawk’ Young is a throaty predator throughout whilst the melodic flames of guitarist Jackson ‘Jaxon’ Benge sparks the imagination to run with even more urgency into the accusations of Gomez.

The outstanding encounter is swiftly matched by Lost In Babylon, the track a blaze of metallic intent and hardcore passion. Again guitars craft a web of unpredictable and incendiary bait punctuated by the mighty rhythmic swings of drummer Jeremiah ‘Trauma’ Stratton whilst the bass stalks the senses with a belligerent yet addictive voice. Gomez flings notes and intent at thoughts with his accomplished and unique style whilst the chorus is pure (Hed)p.e. infectious persuasion, an anthemic bellow to ignite body and emotions.

A Rage Against The Machine like groove opens up Jump The Fence, its lure evolving into a progressive caress which in turn moves into scenery of jagged riffs and expressive grooves within a firm rhythmic caging. Stood over and incited by the great variation in the vocals of Gomez, the song strides with an agonistic swagger which again easily seduces for an inescapable anthem, a staple lure in a (Hed)p.e. provocation as shown by 2 Many Games in its slower flowing emotive expanse. Stirring imposing riffs strike through ears as a melodic weave of enterprise wraps the sturdy pace of the track, its emotive elegance and sonic narrative a colourful wash to the muscular core. It is not a rampaging offering but a thickly involved and imaginative suggestiveness with just as potent a temptation as the more rousing elements of other tracks.

The heavy rock canvas of No Tomorrow brings further diversity to the album, rigorously snarling vocals stalking predacious riffs and barbarous hooks for a tenaciously appetising provocation. Commandingly catchy with a vicious essence to its gripping breath, the track puts a militant spark into the passions before making way for the flavoursome venture of Let It Rain. From agitated and argumentative textures, the song seamlessly flows through immersive harmonies and scorching melodies, though everything is courted by a formidable intimidation and oppressive intensity. It is a riveting expanse of songwriting and evocative sound which is surpassed by the pugnacious One More Body, the band unleashing its most hostile weight and energy yet. It comes with another dose of infectious virulence too, another enslaving anthem for thoughts and emotions to get their teeth into.

From the more even tempered suasion of Never Alone, a strong and eventful song which just misses the spark of its predecessors yet enlists the full of the listener, the album moves through the unexpected meditative shadow of The Higher Crown to venture into its reggae seeded finale of tracks. The short ambience fuelled instrumental is an intro which sort of works though to be honest the haste to get to the excellent Nowhere To Go means it gets passed over more often than not. The next song is a delicious stroll of hazy melodies and mellow rhythms bound in a richer soaking of the reggae crafted charm the band has never been unafraid to explore. A tool for body and mind to work with, the song casts a spellbinding tempting which is emulated by the sultry tones and radiance of Let It Burn. Keys and guitars flirt with the senses whilst a dub spicery walks hand in hand with the vibrant vocal and staggered riffs, all combining for one of the most contagious and addictive songs likely to be heard this or any year.

The album closes with the smouldering presence of Hold On, the last of the reggae seeded encounters which is here courted by r&b soulfulness. Without lighting the fires of the previous two tracks it is still a fine end to a thrilling encounter, a triumph with only for personal tastes the fact that the closing trio of songs were seemingly segregated from the rest rather than scattered across the heart of the album slightly out of place . It is the only flimsy niggle to be found in Evolution though, a release which may or may not be the greatest (Hed)p.e. to date but is certainly the most eclectic and flavoursome proposition from the band yet.

Evolution is available now on Pavement Entertainment @ http://www.pavementmusic.com/product/hedp-e-evolution-cd/

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Still Bust – 77 For You (57 For Me)

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At its very best, hardcore can produce some of the most rewarding and exhilarating challenges, and some of the most viciously impacting. The new EP from UK band Still Bust is all that and more, one of the genre’s most riveting and emotionally searing releases this year. Veining their sound with irresistible discord drenched tendrils of noise and math rock, the Gloucester band is one offering something different as evidenced by the excellent 77 For You (57 For Me).

The successor to debut album A Few Things We Might Agree On (A Few Things We Might Not) of 2013, the quartet of Matthew Stanley, Ed Hudson, Matt Raybould, and Niall Jones, swiftly scar and grip ears and attention with their new proposition. The EPs title refers to diabetes of vocalist/guitarist Matty, 77 being the average life expectancy for someone without diabetes compared with 57 for someone who does. The encounter though has no sense of self-pity, instead raging and pushing thoughts and emotions of listeners to challenge their own issues and to deal with them. It also has titles which catch the imagination and raise the first step of anticipation before a note is even heard.

First up is It’s Your Fault And You’re Stupid (Kind Regards Barbaros Icoglu), which straight away entangles ears and appetite with its opening web of sonic temptation and magnetic unpredictability. Guitars score and tease with EP Artworktheir discord bred ideation, like fireworks leaving a pungent taste on the senses which lure you in for the oncoming punk fury which subsequently bursts free. Its bait is no less intrusive and compelling, the varied and multiple vocal attack as enterprising as the rhythmic antagonism and aggressive riffery around it. With the technical ideation and craft of the band continuing to vein the angst driven roar, the track emerges like a mix of Cancer Bats, The Dillinger Escape Plan, and UK punk band Dead Retinas with elements of Every Time I Die, and is insatiably riveting.

TV On After Breakfast (Would You Like Your Hair Cut Today) comes next and swiftly unleashes its hostile punk breeding as riffs and vocals rage contagiously whilst rhythms beat out a bruise on the senses with every rally. Within the brawl though, the band uncages another dose of warped and technically twisted ideation which helps to turn a great song into a rigorously impressing one. The bass reveals a deeper throated intimidation to its creative armoury whilst the guitars continue to sculpt a net of seduction and malice which is inescapable, not that you will wish too. Its successor I’ve Never Been More Happy To Have A Hypo (However This Could Mean I Have Irreparable Knee Damage) is built from a similar template though with a unique character and tempest of sound of its own. There is a darker threat and intensity which has little difficulty in riling up hunger and passion for track and release. The song is not alone on the EP in providing a false end either, the encounter taking a breath to return with an even more potent and greed sparking design of enterprise and temptation.

The closing Twenty Foot (Broken Foot) is a test which goes from delicious seducing to raw testing hostility, entwining both across its length whilst providing an epic and enthralling close to the EP. Addiction breeding grooves erupt straight away from within the song, seducing ears and imagination with their insatiable and inventive toxicity. Heavy rhythmic jabs and furious riffs add their taunts soon after too before the raw vocals squall aggressively across the whole mix. Such the impressive start, it loses some of its grip with the following expanse of impassioned anger and slow predation but in time employs its lustful and irresistible endeavours once again within the tempestuous climate and emotion of the track to reignite ears and passions.

It is a striking end to an invigorating and wonderfully abusive release which suggests the potential of Still Bust, as outstanding a release it has just created, still has plenty more to explore and reveal. We can hardly wait.

The 77 For You (57 For Me)EP is available digitally and on white vinyl via Matt Records @ http://mattrecords.bandcamp.com/ and http://mattrecords.bigcartel.com/ respectively.

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8.5/10

RingMaster 10/09/2014

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Shevils – Shivers

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Having a soft spot for a band, as we have with Norwegian hardcore protagonists Shevils, can also mean that demands and the want to be impressed comes with greater force and an intensity which can be unfair. For others it might be a stumble waiting to happen over which the artist has no control but with the Oslo quartet it seems to be a challenge they bound over with ease. The release of their new single Shivers finds the band once again chaining hooks and contagion into a fiery roar of sound and passion whilst taking another leap in potency and irresistible enterprise.

Formed in 2011, Shevils took little time in drawing enthused attention and acclaim through singles such as Is This To be (Our Lives)? and debut album The Year Of The Fly, both in the year of their founding. The Necropolis EP a year later widened that attention across the globe but it was the impressive second album Lost In Tartarus which reinforced and pushed the band to a new plateau in not only sound but also critical acclaim. The foursome of vocalist Anders Voldrønning, guitarists Christoffer Gaarder and Andreas Myrvold, and drummer Anders Emil Rønning have reaped the triumph of their last full-length and blossomed it into an even more raucously scintillating exploit with Shivers. Shevils_Shivers_300dpi-1024x1024Shevils ascent has been unabated so far and the new track definitely adds further fuel to their impressive emergence.

The band waste no seconds teasing or coaxing in the listener, Shivers exploding into life as instruments and vocals cast a ferocious blaze on the ears. Just as little time is taken before riffs and hooks line the senses next, both jabbing and infesting the imagination and appetite with a punk brewed rampancy aligned to the outstanding vocals of Voldrønning assisted by the band’s mass calls. This is something which the band has shown for a while that they are skilfully adept at, casting bait which rhythmically, vocally, and sonically makes for an inescapable anthemic toxicity, but it is the ingenious twists and inventiveness of their songwriting and creative tenacity which sets them apart and enslaves once again in the single. Guitars carve out intrigue soaked turns throughout the furious charge of the track whilst the bass adds its own carnivorous throat and endeavour to the hostile beats and vintage punk clad onslaught.

Shivers is exceptional, the best song we would suggest to come out of the creative drama and fury which fires the music and adventure of Shevils. If the single is the sign of things to come from their next album scheduled for early next year, then we will have even more horizons of scintillating storms to come.

Shivers is available now @ https://soundcloud.com/shevils/shivers

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10/10

Ringmaster 15/08/2014

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