Sixth Dimension – Přežít !

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Since first submitting tracks for inclusion on our Bone Orchard podcast at Audioburger.com, Czech thrashers Sixth Dimension has been a regular fuse to strong responses and a hunger for more from the show’s listeners. Still relatively a secret outside of their homeland the band look set to amend that with the release of their new EP Přežít !, a four track uncompromising confrontation of raw and predatory thrash metal. With a sound certainly not stretching boundaries but giving the genre a stronger carnivorous and captivating presence, the Most and Teplice based quintet has uncaged their most potent and accomplished release to date with the new EP, one leading to hopes and expectations that the world will be hearing more from and of the band ahead.

Sixth Dimension was formed in 2002 and across the years as well has earning an impressive reputation for their sound and adrenaline fuelled live performances, has released a couple of well-received CDs in the aggressive forms of Respekt (Respect) in 2006 and especially  Nikdy nevíš kdy (You Never Know When) of 2012.  Earlier this year saw the release of the Live On Il Fest 2012 DVD, further confirmation of the strength and passion of the band live, but it is Přežít! (Survive!) where you suspect the trigger to fuller awareness of their force is to be found.

Opening track Skrytá Bezmoc steps from a crowd scene to immediately savage the ear with rapacious riffing from  guitarists Peter ‘Špirda’ Špiroch and Filip ‘Bombo ‘ Skoumal. They take no prisoners especially with the thumping rhythms of drummer Peter ‘Buchy’ Buchner stamping authority over proceedings and the bass of Jan ‘Johnnies’ Hirsch stalking the onslaught with a throaty growl.  It is a sizeable slab of intimidation compounded in menace by the caustic growling of vocalist Paul ‘Paolo Wiďuz’ Wieden. There is little to worry new invention with the track, but standing brutal and holding an adventure especially from grooves and a melody drenched solo, the song is an impressive and infectious lure into the band’s newest tempest.

The following Bezmoc (Věnováno Davidovi Kaplanovi) like its predecessor goes straight for the throat but with an even more vicious and hungry torrent of corrosive riffing and malicious rhythms. Taking little time to begin involving exciting melodic invention into the sonic design cast by the guitars, the track twists and turns whilst bombarding the senses with intensive heavyweight thrash antagonism. If you have not seen their live DVD this track alone give a mighty hint as to the band onstage and the force of their skilled provocation.

Third track Zkrat has an indefinable familiarity to certainly its opening persuasion and perpetually tempting groove, but soon immersed within the Sixth Dimension ferociousness and unbridled intensity it only works as extra bait to the thoroughly satisfying incitement. Drums and bass as on all songs create a sinewed sculpted frame which barges and pressures the senses into submission whilst riffs and especially the acid enriched solo at the song’s conclusion, only seed greater hunger to the already greedy appetite for the release.

The EP is brought to an end by the prowling brutality of Maska, the song providing a predominantly lumbering gait with the passion to expel shards of sonic ruin and melodic enticement from its intensive body. A mighty beast inciting senses and passions it brings the equally towering EP to an impacting conclusion, cementing Sixth Dimension at being their most creatively potent and muscular best. If this band has yet to assault your ears then there is no better introduction and intrusion to welcome than the excellent Přežít ! EP, European thrash at its rawest best.

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8.5/10

RingMaster 13/12/2013

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Monster Jaw – Get A Tattoo EP

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Three tracks of scuzz kissed, punk bred garage rock, Get A Tattoo is a thoroughly captivating introduction to its creators Monster Jaw, a trio hailing from Leeds and Bradford. The band since forming has already been brewing a keen buzz around themselves and it is not hard to see why using their debut EP as evidence. Drenched in promise and an intriguing raw pleasure, the UK band have made an impressive and tempting start to what suspicions suggest will be a potent ascent through UK indie rock.

Consisting of vocalist/guitarist/songwriter Mik Davis (ex-New York Alcoholic Anxiety Attack), bassist Neil Short (ex- Down the Machine), and drummer John Bradford (ex-Utopian Love Revival), and formed in February of this year, Monster Jaw soon found themselves under attention for their live performances and mix of grunge, indie, and punk rock. Since announcing their arrival the trio has supported Stiff Little Fingers and New Model Army on their UK tours as well as having a track from the EP recently featured on the BBC Introducing Alan Raw Show. The release of Get A Tattoo takes it all up another gear as the Wes Maybe (The Libertines, Roger Waters, Robert Plant) produced EP produces a potential spark to a much fuller recognition.

Get A Tattoo opens with its title track, a smouldering enticement which takes time to burn its lingering mark but leaves an 1405_214930308680679_340717591_nappetite for its almost caustic charm. From a coaxing electronic whisper the guitar starts winding out its sonic bait around the ear as rhythms slowly walk the perimeter of the emerging design. A prowling encounter with Davis’ falsetto touched vocals a simmering lure, The Barracudas meets The Libertines with an infusion of The Boo Bradleys like track does not ignite major flames within its presence or the passions but certainly makes an infection leaden starter to a release which only gets stronger as it unveils its other two thirds.

We Don’t Care About Anything is the next to strike and makes an instant recruitment of the imagination and emotions. With striding rhythms guiding the song as the bass of Short stomps its own path through the garage punk bred adventure, a contagion is soon rioting with the passions as choppy riffs tease the ears whilst sonic enterprise strokes them with tempered rascality, the distinctive croon of Davis melting over the stirring concoction. Not reaching two minutes in length, the track is a simple but gripping romp of punk rock designed to enslave.

The closing Summer Girl is nagging at the senses with its persistent riffs from its first breath whilst the bass intimidatingly roams the intrigue being woven over thoughts. The open Pixies like enticement is accentuated by the great vocal mix, Davis leading with a dour hypnotic delivery whilst harmonies add their appealing vibrancy light the shadows and dance with the melodic hook which like the riffs has a repetitive toxicity which is quite delicious. The best song of the three, it brings an exciting release to a thrilling close.

Whether the production fully exploits the depths and temptress like potency of the songs can be debated, only the last really striking a flint to enflame the passions as all the songs deserve, but Get A Tattoo is fuelled by a potential which is mouth-watering and surely will be furthered and fully realised over future time and releases. Anticipation for that is already clouded with impatience.

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8/10

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Plug – Back On The Skull

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With more hip grinding grooves than a dozen pole dancing establishments, and certainly heavier boned treats, Back On The Skull the debut album from Texan noise rockers Plug enslaves and dances with the passions in exhausting and riveting style. With jackhammer rhythms powering ridiculously addictive grooves and equally seductive riffs, the eleven track juggernaut creates a loud and virulently compelling storm which is far too easy to greedily devour to surely be safe for any of us.

Formed in 2010 and consisting of ex and current members of Mammoth Grinder, Iron Age, Bitter End, FEED, and The Mites, Plug merges a voracious mix of noise and hard rock with metallic sinews and punk antagonism whilst stoner and psychedelic enticements add their  seduction. It is an exhaustive and breath-taking brew which simply ignites the imagination and passion. Imagine a tonic being made up from the essences of Unsane, Melvins, Torche, Red Fang, and Helmet whilst Dead Kennedys pees in the pot and you get a reasonably close dose to what Plug has to offer. It is a sound which is not exactly unique but neither is it without a distinctive flavour and intrigue of its very own, Back On The Skull working and playing hard from the moment it touches the ears and rewarding with a torrent of mouth-watering intensity and noisy drama clad adventure.

The San Antonio quintet of vocalist Tyler Lutz, guitarists Scott Corbin and Zach Brin, drummer Raul Vela IV, and Chris Ulsh of Mammoth Grinder, Power Trip, Hatred Surge, and The Impalers who provides the bass guitar for the album (Reed Deangelis the band’s current bassist), immediately chomp on the ears with opener Babysmile. Riffs and rhythms are almost grinning as they launch their muscular persuasion; a mischief soaking their thumping lure which evolves into a full swagger as the track extends its temptation with a rousing stroll through infection soaked grooving aligned to rhythmic taunting. The vocals of Lutz match the call of the music and with all aspects making an anthemic union, there is an irresistible recruitment of total attention and submission from its recipient.

     Meanwhile… is more than eager to back-up the immense start, its own wanton romp swinging brazenly between rhythmic coverlegs as grooves and riffs again cast a spell of noise bred contagion for a minute and a half before evolving into the title track. Bringing a heavier weighted energy and intent, the third song stalks its victim with a leaden prowl wrapped in scuzz lilted melodies and harmonically scorched vocals. There is an element of The Pixies and more so Melvins to the smouldering intensive bait on show but again it only flavours a magnetic sonic causticity distinct to Plug.

A potent bass coaxing opens up next track Rainbow To Hell, the song continuing the arguably subtle shifts in character through the early tracks on the album but equally increasing that variety with its sludge coated predation of the imagination. A slower burner than its predecessors, the immersive encounter employs further detailed yet restrained twists and turns in its invention within a patient consumption. It does not quite match those early heights either but easily reinforces the appetite ready for the likes of the following cover of Discharge’s State Violence, State Control. Bringing a greater carnivorous breath through the guitars to the song to replace the more violent aggression of the original, it is a satisfying provocation though it pales against the bands own tempting.

     Pigbomb and Cadence steal their hefty portion of the acclaim next, the first rife with intensive rabidity and discord lined scuzziness as well as another groove and collection of hooks to drool over whilst the second is a sultry psychedelic/stoner flight through a heated climate of melodic exploration. Though another not to make a quick suasion, it is an absorbing drift through evocative textures and new intrigue from the release. Their allurement is soon pushed aside by the outstanding Hideous Rex, a ravenous track which does not rush its attack but unrelentingly nags with dark rapacious riffs and a hefty atmosphere which feels like it is licking its bulging lips as it smothers the senses.

A great cover of the Fang track The Money Will Roll Right In steps up next, its sonic grazing speared by another addiction forging groove and great squalling vocals, before the rampancy of Mexican Death Hammer unleashes its claim for best track with a torrent of bruising riffs and crippling rhythms spiced with a sonic web of discord leaning crafted invention. It is a glorious incitement for the passions and does indeed steal top honours from a flood of exceptional encounters.

The release is completed by the epic Sphere 3, a nine minute dronathon of menacing intensity and invasive sonic toxicity washed over by spellbinding vocal harmonies. It is a meditative danger which seduces from first doom seeping note to its last corrosive breath, and though for personal tastes probably a couple of minutes too long to hold attention tightly nearing its end, the track is a dark beauty of an evocation to end a scintillating release.

Available as a buy now name your price release at their Bandcamp profile, Back On The Skull is an epidemically riveting and thrilling encounter which thrusts Plug right up there with the likes of Torche, Kylesa, Buzzov*en, Orange Goblin and the like. This is an album all riff hankerers must add to their sonic landscapes.

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9/10

RingMaster 13/12/2013

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Death Mercedes – Sans Éclat

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Like a creatively rabid merger of Cancer Bats and At The Drive In with plenty more intrigue and varied explorations in tow, Sans Éclat the new album from French hardcore band Death Mercedes is a masterful provocation which simultaneously invigorates the imagination whilst despoiling the senses in a sonic rage. The ten track fury is a challenging incitement and at times an uneasy companion with malevolent intent but one constantly rewarding perseverance and determination with an exhausting and thrilling passion clad tempest.

Hailing from Paris and containing members from the likes of Amanda Woodward, Cowards, and L’Homme Puma, Ravi, Death Mercedes since forming in 2011 has ignited eager attention with their striking presence and sound, their music a boiling brew of crust, scream, punk with plenty more rich spicery. Their seven track debut Du soleil refroidi two years ago marked the card of a great many to the potential of the band; a promise which it is safe to say Sans Éclat takes to a whole other level to provide a probing fuse to much greater awareness of and acclaim upon the band you can only suspect such its power and craft. Recorded with producer Francis Caste (Kickback, Comity, Hangman’s Chair), the Throatruiner Records released album sculpts short but deeply potent landscapes of sonic antagonism and melodic seduction shaped into tracks which test but even more so powerfully evoke and feed the senses with captivating abrasive adventure.

The album immediately opens with one of its peaks in the striking shape of Leurs Choix Désarment. The bass of Adrien Cadot and drums of Loïc Salmon instantly intimidate the ear with bulging hard hitting rhythms, their touch a persistent punch on the senses. Alongside them the guitars create a sonic lashing which is raw and acidic but composed enough to accentuate the menace in the air as vocalist Julien Henri unveils his coarse squalls, initially part spoken here and constantly across the album a presence soaked in causticity. With the lyrical narrative presented only in French throughout Sans Éclat, it is left to the music to represent the sentiment and passion behind the words for us less learned folk, which it does with ease as guitarists Bruno Chaouch and Antoine Goubard create a canvas of provocative and emotive depth and colour to support the expressive delivery of Henri. It is a dramatic start to the release soon backed by the rest of the album.

Borgne Et Aussi Aveugle from its first note next bustles and bruises the air with rhythms and sonic invention ruining any peace. Merging imaginative melodic hues with voracious vitriolic squalls, the track creates an enthralling and threatening short expanse of irresistible enterprise, hardcore at its best veined by a melodically bred sonic incursion which steals the imagination. The mixture is another incessant constant across the album, the likes of the predatory Chien Infidèle with its senses burrowing groove and vocal storm brought by Henri and Chaouch, and the angst loaded L’Inconnue De La Seine employing both extremes in exhaustive and inventive brawls upon the ears and emotions whilst Encore Et Encore traverses a transfixing violent path with exciting melodic hues and evocative calms along its less than two minute investigation.

There are admittedly times where tracks hold a surface similar to each other which only full concentration can filter out the nuances as with Eternel Gagnant Du Sans Eclat, a track which as expected is superbly crafted and thrust through the ears but lacks something special or arguably different to other tracks to spark up senses and passions. Next up Du Soleil Vert On En A Tous Bouffé and its successor Ta Fin Du Monde have no such issue, both immersing into a richer melodic exploration without letting the depth of spite and attitude dip. The first of the two provides contagious bait from the lumbering yet swinging tones of the bass alongside a groove which seizes a full submission from its first call whilst the second song opens with a delicious melodic enticement punctuated by the ever thumping rhythms of Salmon and the mordant delivery of Henri. Its passage becomes a fire of intensity and intrusive passion the further into its heart it searches but all the time there is charming warmth which entices from inside the brewed torment.

From one highlight Death Mercedes provide another with the following Trop Tard, a gentle melodic and sonic croon in comparison to previous songs, courted by again drama clad drums. Brief but lingering it passes the album’s finale over to Cafard De Bar, a closing sonic tsunami of passion and intensity which scorches and scars every aspect of the listener.

With a suggested need for more vocal diversity and an even more distinct surface abrasion between some tracks, Sans Éclat is not quite the finished article but as full in promise as it is in thrilling imagination. Death Mercedes has produced a confrontation which marks them out as a band going to lofty places and in doing so has uncaged one of the hardcore treats of the year.

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8/10

RingMaster 13/12/2013

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