The NX – Night Heaver

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Hitting the listener like a venomously swung sledgehammer in its first breath and proceeding to increase in hostility and brilliance from thereon in, Night Heaver simply blows thoughts and emotions away. The debut EP from British hard rock/metallers The NX, the four track onslaught is a dramatic and breath-taking introduction to a band sure to make a major impact on the UK music scene if their first trespass of the senses is any evidence.

Possibly the strength and quality of Night Heaver could be expected as The NX features former members of The Casino Brawl in its line-up; nothing is ever guaranteed though and the band swiftly show they are a unique and potential drenched proposition in their own right with the EP. Formed a few years ago in the north east of England, The NX soon bred a potent reputation and following as they proceeded to ignite venues with their live presence, which over the years has seen them play with the likes of The Chariot, This Is Hell, Enter Shikari, Bring Me The Horizon, Penknife Lovelife, Heights, Yashin, Job for A Cowboy, The Casino Brawl, Deaf Havana, Devil Sold His Soul amongst many more. Returning from a prolonged hiatus, the band unleashed their creative fury again from the end of 2013, a new line up and appetite to create more contagiously aggressive shows and sounds driving the band’s return, which has included so far successful tours with Funeral For A Friend, Hacktivist, and The Blackout. It has all added to a growing anticipation for the band’s debut EP, and there is no doubt that Night Heaver feeds all hopes and wants with ease whilst providing much more.

Lonnie Johnson’s Greatest Hit is an immediate raging bellow in the ears but equally a compelling web of heavy rock grooves and spicy hooks with a tempestuous rhythmic incitement. Quite swiftly like a blend of Every Time I Die, Turbonegro, and Cancer Bats with its own distinctive roar, the track takes no prisoners. The venomous vocal squalls of Warby Warburton intrude and entice with rasping causticity whilst the spicy hooks and scorching grooves of Mark Thirtle seduce and scar with equal tenacity. There is also great unpredictability to the track which shines out, PromoImagethe sudden twists and dips into intriguing and at times sinister invention, mouth-watering and ear catching.

It is a potent start but personally just an appetiser for bigger and better things to come, starting with The Great Unwashed. The second track immediately has a dirty air to its breath and opening riffs, an antagonistic nature which is urged in by the great bassline cast by Glen Holmes and spread with intensity through the swiftly following blaze of guitar punctured by the viciously swung beats of drummer Luke Walker. Every syllable spat from Warburton comes with a soaking of malice, a rancor matched by the rest of the track though it too is unafraid to offer catchy hooks and anthemic vocal calls against the clanging steely tone of the guitars and an overall merciless ferocity.

Yet another plateau is breached with the following The Day It Rained Forever, the opening grouchy coaxing of another irresistible bassline aligning to thumping beats for the first potent bait from the song. Soon though it is prowling and seducing as great cantankerous vocals, which initially hold a sobering air, add their interest in proceedings before they are venting with rich malevolence amidst a web of tangy grooves and psychotic rhythmic enterprise. As hardcore punk as it is metallically infused, the song is a glorious maelstrom which twists and turns as if it has the creative mania of St. Vitus Dance. Equipped with a closing noise fostered chorus which is impossible to leave alone, the track is one big reason for suspecting The NX will take their history to new major climes.

It is a suspicion done no harm by the other songs and especially the raging Let Sleeping Dogs Lie which brings the EP to an immense close. In a way opening in similar fashion to how its predecessor parted, the track brawls and violates the senses with another hardcore bred ferocity and corrosive inventiveness. Every riff scowl and hostile vocal expression exhausts and smothers the senses which in turn are invigorated by an incitement of hard rock melodies and spiky hooks which erupt and surge from time to time across the ever evolving provocation.

The song is an outstanding end to a tremendous release, the kind of debut fans were hoping and delivering a startling and thrilling adventure which declares The NX as a new inescapable force in British rock ‘n’ roll.

The Night Heaver EP is available from February 23rd on EP and digitally via Footloose Records and all stores.

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Golers – In ‘n’ Outlaws

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Originally out as a limited edition CD in 2013, In ‘n’ Outlaws is now digitally poised to pounce on the world and a tremendous assault it is too. The fourth album from Canadian punk metallers Golers, the release is a furious and ridiculously contagious slab of crossover ferocity throwing thrash, hardcore, and crust punk voracity into one bruising and belligerent treat. Every mention of the Vancouver quartet seems to draw comparisons to Slayer and DRI, and it is hard to be any different here, though there are plenty of other extreme provocateurs hinting in the spicing of the ultimately fresh fourteen track brawl.

Golers first uncaged their belligerent and sonic fury on ears in 1998, forming after the end of the band they were all playing in, Subversion. The following year saw debut album South Mountain Style uncaged, it establishing the core Golers sound which has snarled and rampaged ever since. 2nd Generation followed in 2004, offering a honed and more impacting flavouring which again was intensified and broadened a touch more with Backwoods Messages five years later. Sparking the keenest attention on the band yet, its well-received arrival was more than emulated by the appearance of In ‘n’ Outlaws with easy to expect greater success coming with its digital unveiling. Recorded with producer/engineer/manager Rob Shallcross (Gene Hoglan, Strapping Young Lad, West Of Hell), the album commandingly and tenaciously shows why Golers has been so greedily devoured on records an live across North America and Europe alike, a presence taking in shows and tours with bands such as Toxic Holocaust, Kreator, The Accused, Napalm Death, Suicidal Tendencies, Dayglo Abortions, Destruction, Ghoul, and Prong. The ultimate step of recognition has yet to be breached though; something In ‘n’ Outlaws definitely has the potential to trigger given the opportunity.

The album’s title track roars in ears first, riffs and rhythms an instant bombardment, gripping attention and an early appetite with force. The great blend of vocals led by Walter ‘Chainsaw Charlie’ Mason, straight away ignite an already contagious offering whilst the sonic craft of Derek ‘Henry the 1st‘ Rockall squeals with appeal against the caustic scrub of riffery from Mason. In 'n' Outlaws_fullCatching the anthemic essences of thrash and punk in one almighty invitation, it is a thrilling start potently backed straight away by the even more hostile Lemon Eyed Devil and the following irritability of Angle Disruption. The first of the two is sheer primal virulence, vocals and grooves a spiteful bait against the fiercely provocative muscles of Jason ‘Cranswick’ Mosdell’s swings and Stuart ’Jonny Goler’ Carruthers predatory bass lines. Its punk rabidity is matched by that of its successor, a song with a bee in its bonnet and malevolence in its breath. Again though, every hook and rhythmic swipe seems to have a devious contagion matched by grooves and riffs, an enslavement of ears and imagination upon which the vocal squalls impressively vent.

Behind the Sun embraces a heavy metal spicing in its corrosive turbulence of sound and aggression next, the track as addictive as those before but finding a rawer, nastier nature to seduce and scar simultaneously. It is a bracing and abrasive quality which is just as vocal in Inbred Militia and soon after Kamikaze. Both tracks brawl with the senses and ignite emotions, the first blessed with a delicious crunchy growling bassline amidst a tempest of guitar and vocal inhospitality. It is pure addiction; the bands thrash intent the raging force of the compelling intrusion. The latter of the pair savages with every syllable and note expelled but again has a catchy enticement to its grooves which leave ears basking.

It is fair to say that there is no weak moment across the whole of In ‘n’ Outlaws; some songs might have a surface similarity at times but each reveals its own distinct character in time, as proven by the sonically inflamed Paradise Entrails, with its bewitching niggling and repetitive grooving, and the vicious When Shit Goes Down. This track scowls and abuses with every rhythmic flex and vocal glare, it’s brief but inescapable ire undiluted intimidation with, as in the previous track, a melodic toxicity to share.

The more composed and melodically fuelled Scratch steps forward next, it’s sonic enterprise a riveting tonic which as you might rightly assume, is soon smothered by an unfriendly vocal confrontation still impressing in its multi prong attack, and a more classic metal coloured voracity. It is another slight twist in the album and nature of songs, one turned a few degrees more in the hellacious storm of Quickshit McGraw with its exhausting intensity and melody induced trespass of the senses, and again in the rabid punk flirtation of Country Blumpkin, this another heady peak in the album.

The album ends as welcomingly riotously and adversarial as it began, Alcoholics Unanimous coming first and bellowing with rancor and rhythmic violence; a malice tempered again by irresistible and unrelenting grooves. It is a tremendous onslaught from the start but finds a new ground of addictiveness with its slip into a punk bred anthem towards the end. The Path is equally as incendiary and persuasive with its concussive charge and vocal causticity, whilst the closing Riff Cult / Relations just stands before ears and growls them out in sound, vocals, and attitude to provide a mouth-watering, energy sapping end to a thoroughly invigorating and rigorously enjoyable album.

Golers will be a secret to a great many no more, new hungry appetites sparked once In ‘n’ Outlaws hits the webby place. The album might not be quite announced as the very best thrash/punk metal offering in history but it is destined to be one of the favourites.

In ‘n’ Outlaws is digitally available from February 6th via Bandcamp. Check https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Golers-Inbred-Militia-/103231376426551 for details.

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A Life of Torment – Fracture/Conscious

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Imposing in nature, sound, and emotional intensity, Fracture/Conscious is an impressive introduction to hardcore band A Life of Torment. It takes no prisoners as it challenges ears and psyche yet has an anthemic essence to it which grips without reserve. It is a sound and debut which already implies that the Virginia quartet is going to be a proposition to set genre tongues wagging with acclaim ahead, a prospect hard to avoid getting excited over.

There is not a great deal we can enlighten you about the band, their emergence shrouded, whether intentionally or not, in mystery and a lack of revelations They do draw on inspirations such as Disembodied, Chapter, Integrity, May Day, and seemingly the heart of hardcore in its beginnings to their sound, that we know, but there the information stops and the music takes over.

Fracture is the first track and instantly provides an addictive web of marching rhythms and riffs bound in an alluring acidic and tempting groove. It is the makings of an addictive nature, one just as hungry in accepting the caustic ire of the vocals and riffery which take over once the rich sonic toxicity steps aside. Vocalist Dominic roars with venom, every syllable coming with a scathing of spite as the pungent beats of Caleb collude with the throaty bass bait of Isaac to continue the rhythmic enslaving which set the song off. It is only part of the picture though, great unpredictability bringing in shifts of energy and gait including a slip into a slow crawl which briefly induces clean vocals and another raw embrace of tangy sonic enterprise. The track is hostile and uncomfortably uncompromising but also infectiously gripping as it digs its virulent hooks deep into the psyche.

Its companion Conscious is no different, its unique nature and presence crafted on magnetic rhythmic tempting crowded over by tempestuous intensity and vocals; all aligned to similarly abrasing riffs. Guitarist Jonah spins a riveting mix of vicious riffery and sonic temptation, every hook and groove draped in angst and poison whilst simultaneously providing irresistible temptation. Again a varied vocal attack catches the imagination whilst a post punk sombreness only adds to the drama and success of the excellent encounter.

Expect to hear plenty more of A Life of Torment and in increasingly potent light as Fracture/Conscious infests the psyche of hardcore and raw punk fans alike. For a first assault, this EP is just fascination.

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Pears – Go To Prison

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First released back home in 2014, this month sees the European release of Go To Prison via Gunner Records, and an irresistible antagonistic riot it is too. The debut album of New Orleans punks Pears, the ten track brawl of punk and hardcore is no stranger to critical acclaim since its initial uncaging and can expect plenty more on this side of the Pond. Like 999 meets The Dwarves with Kid Dynamite and a dirty version of Hagfish in close attendance, the album is an insatiable brawl of punk varied sounds and anthemic tenacity with its middle finger raised and stomp in top gear. There is pop punk involved, hardcore abrasing employed, and old school contagion in abundance, yet Go To Prison manages to be as much a fresh and unique proposition for ears as it is something similar to being an old friend. It offers punk rock as it should be, in your face, rifling your pockets, and leading you into sinful revelry.

Pears were formed in 2013 by vocalist Zachary Quinn and guitarist Brian Pretus, friends who had already a musical history together, and with bassist Alex Talbot who swiftly joined the band, through previous band The Lollies. Initially the line-up was completed by friend and drummer John Bourgeois and after weeks of practice and honing songs, Pears hit the stage for the first time supporting Off With Their Heads, who the members had played with before as The Lollies. The departure of Bourgeois a little time after that first show led to the recruitment of Tim Harman. Go To Prison came next, the album receiving a digital release before having a North American vinyl unveiling through Off With Their Heads mastermind, Ryan Young via his podcast/label, Anxious And Angry. The band undertook their first full US/Canadian tour soon after and has continued to ravage audiences with shows and tours which have included stage sharing with the likes of The Dwarves, Red City Radio, Off With Their Heads, The Dirty Nil, Night Birds, The Atom Age, Iron Chic, Iron Reagan, The Queers, Suicide Machines, Lower Class Brats, Direct Hit! and numerous more. Now Europe gets to feel their presence through Go To Prison, a release being backed by a European tour in February.

Less than a minute of pure punk rage and devilment opens up the album; You’re Boring roaring in ears and battering the senses with vocal confrontation, punishing rhythms, and coarse riffs; coverthis all wrapped in an anthemic infectiousness. It is a bitch slap of a start awakening attention and appetite ready for offerings like Victim To Be which instantly takes over. Teasing with a potent melody initially, the song erupts, relaxes with that first coaxing once more, and erupts again with a cantankerous and energetic stroll of spiky pop punk. Quinn stamps his vocal feet across the song, backed well by the mellower tones of both Pretus and Talbot, whilst beats and hooks similarly have an attitude to match the character of the vocals. The potency of the album’s opening continues with the song and is soon elevated thanks to the agitated character and imagination of Breakfast. It twists, flirts, and storms the barricades with precise hooks and snarling belligerence providing another inescapably catchy provocation.

The fierce yet again virulently insatiable Sycophant has complete control of body and soul next, its stabbing riffs and beats barely deflecting pleasure from the blend of seventies glam pop hooks, think Sweet’s Hellraiser, and Madball/Vandals like causticity. The track romps with menace and mischief in its heart softening up senses and emotions ready for the sour pop punk of Forever Sad and the more metal spiced of Framework, another pair of tracks magnetically and creatively gripping feet and thoughts. The first of the two has a feel of The Replacements to it in many ways, yet as the album, casts its own identity ultimately, whilst the second rages and bristles with a volatility which just fascinates as it abrases for another thoroughly enjoyable raging.

Terrible is simply hardcore soaked punk rock with a smile in its heart and a grudge in its presentation, its intimidation whetting the appetite for the next up cover of Judy Is A Punk. The band do little with it but still it sounds new and distinct to Pears, which tells you all you need to know about the potency of their core sound.

The album ends with firstly the highly flavoursome badgering of Little Bags, an accomplished slice of punk which just gets stronger and more anthemic with every second, and lastly the excellent Grimespree. It is the most adventurous song on the album, taking its opening rage and bruising presence into a part doom, part post punk exploration which takes a strong song into being an outstanding proposition.

Go To Prison is a must for all punk fans, something to feel invigorated and nostalgic with whilst riding a whole new breath of punk rock rebellion.

Go To Prison is available on CD/Vinyl via Gunner Records from Jan 30th. Get it digitally from http://pearstheband.bandcamp.com/album/go-to-prison

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The Twin Dracula – Death Is Our Client

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Bred from a punk rock seeding, the sound of UK rockers The Twin Dracula just seems to get broader and more flavoursome with every release and that is without losing the snarl and aggressive passion which marked out their first offering just over eighteen month ago. The band recently unleashed third EP Death Is Our Client and it is not too far from the mark to say that British punk ‘n’ roll has rarely sounded as creatively expansive and violently imposing as the tracks which ignite the excellent encounter.

Formed in 2012, the British quartet grabbed, like a great many, our attention with their debut release, which was simply called Introducing when released in 2013. It was a raw roar of hardcore causticity rich in potential and strong on antagonistic craft. Its successor TTD​/​GFY not only reinforced that first potent impression and appetite for the band’s sound, but showed new adventure and invention which Death Is Our Client has taken to new impressive pastures. Sculpted on the inspirations of bands such as Kid Dynamite, Wipers, Rocket From The Crypt, Propagandhi, and The Bronx, the band’s music is a brawling contagion which takes no prisoners yet treats them like guests once ears and attention have been enslaving, offering always and especially on the new encounter something seriously special.

First track Nom De Plume is simply a ravishing sonic blaze of temptation from its first breath, guitars abrasing ears with addictive riffing punctured by just as forceful beats. It is soon in full a0584789698_2swing though with grooves and hooks as virulent And potent as the inviting scrub of guitar energy around them. Once vocals bring a flame of melodic toxicity into the picture, energy rises to a high and attitude becomes confrontational but still the song is nothing less than contagious provocation. That Rocket From The Crypt spicing is a loud whisper in the song but equally a breeze of Ghost of a Thousand and Reuben like fury is adding its potency to the riotous blaze of sound and intensity.

It is a commanding and breath-taking start swiftly emulated and surpassed by the infectiousness and hostility of rebellious Occultimate Warrior. Again a ridiculously compelling and nastily catchy offering from its opening second, the track also explores a web of addictive hooks and anthemic ferocity vocally and sonically. It all combines to cast the most antagonistic and irresistible seduction which leaves ears smarting and emotions lustful. Hardcore punk comes in varying shapes and colours as more imaginative bands emerge to charge its boundaries, and on the evidence of this song alone, but backed rigorously by its companions, The Twin Dracula is there to the fore leading this fresh investment in the scene.

The closing Newtown Jazz Revival is almost funky in comparison to its predecessor, opening with the darkest and most delicious bassline heard for a while. Its lure is courted by abrasing riffs and jabbing beats which soon expel their fullest weight and tenacity to add to an already captivating persuasion. The song proves to be a mellower encounter than the other two songs on the EP, vocally cleaner harmonic vocals aligning to warm melodic acidity and endeavour. It does not stop the song growling with a grouchy breath and provocative nature though as the band unveils yet another adventurous twist and aspect to their gripping sound.

Introducing had us excited and its successor even more thrilled, but Death Is Our Client feels like a whole new ball game in so many ways, which leaves anticipation for what comes next from the band and acclaim upon them brimming.

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Crack House – The Hits Just Keep On Coming

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Beating on ears, mugging the senses, and corrupting the psyche, The Hits Just Keep On Coming is a punk metal violation which just keeps coming. Unleashed by US antagonists Crack House, the EP is a corrosive brawl of crossover ferocity bringing hardcore punk, crust and thrash in on a tempestuous and belligerent dirt caked rock ‘n’ roll rampage. It is not for the faint hearted or those with a nervous disposition, nor those wanting frills and extravagant excesses to their sounds, but for ruinous and degenerate metal punk animosity, this is one EP well worth being ravaged by.

Featuring members of Eat The Turnbuckle, Javelina, Call The Paramedics, and Bitchslicer, Crack House has no redeeming features to its character and everything riveting in punk bred hellishness. From its opening track, also called Crack House, the band is roaring, abusing, and providing an unrelenting and blistering incitement which beneath its scourge of a surface has a maelstrom of riffs, hooks, and enterprise giving each onslaught’s depravity depth and weight. The first song flings abrasing riffs and vocal causticity at ears as soon as it’s opening brief skit sets the scene. Thumping rhythms are just as full of enmity, every swipe a resonating punch entwined in either a tempest of varied vocal squalling or a sonic whipping of guitar. With thrash and grind just as vocal as punk in the rabid stomp, the song makes a formidable entrance to the release, an opening taking to rawer destructive heights by This Emergency Room Is Gonna Need A Fucking Emergency Room.

The second song has fear and juices flowing from the first rumble of rhythms, the drum’s wanton bait soon joining an opening sonic coaxing. In no time the track becomes a contagious and violent seducing of ears and passions, leading the senses into a visceral landscape which could be described as Motorhead meets Hellbastard at a brawl organise by The Exploited. Grooves spray venom and beats destruction yet the heavy metal spiced sonic insidiousness which veins the storm is almost inviting in its resourcefulness. It is an anthemic intrusion, a description fitting most tracks on the EP, and especially the following title track. Again launched on a torrent of rhythmic contagion, the track smothers the senses in a wave of defiling sonic adventure whilst the rhythms increasingly feel like they sense blood as every scything swing comes with greater rancor to match the increasing bile in the vocal delivery.

Without quite matching its predecessor, the song still ignites ears and emotions impressively as does the briefer animus of Junkie Fucker. It is pure hate and defiance in one accusing sonic fury which leaves ears and emotions ringing as it makes way for the final grudge, March Of The Crackhead. Metal and punk collude here to provide a senses scorching, psyche bruising squall which is as irresistible as it is intimidating. Grooves and hooks are ridiculously addictive whilst the rhythms find new and greater bait in their armoury, building a song which is a total seduction even as it violates your veins and steals your sanity.

   The Hits Just Keep On Coming leaves a real hunger for more by its end. You will feel dirty and violated from the encounter but certainly for hardcore/thrash lusting fans more than likely will breed a real appetite and addiction for sound and band that just will not go away.

The Hits Just Keep On Coming is available via Horror Pain Gore Death Productions http://www.horrorpaingoredeath.com/store/hpgd102.html, as well as Buriedinhell Records http://buriedinhell.bandcamp.com/releases, and Useless Christ Records from January 20th.

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RingMaster 20/01/2015

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Statues – Together We’re Alone

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Blistering is the best way to describe Together We’re Alone, the debut album from Australian hardcore band Statues, that and thoroughly enjoyable. Hailing from Perth, the band uncages a “chaotic” style of the genre which has a just as keen penchant for acidic noise and caustic punk. Like a voracious merger of Ghost of a Thousand and Shevils with Coilguns and Kabul Golf Club, band and sound is a corrosive and exhilarating proposition, not forgetting one of the most unique.

Formed in 2009, Statues became swiftly recognised and renowned for their high intensity stage performances, shows which has seen them play alongside the likes of Every Time I Die, Northlane, Stray from the Path, Stick to Your Guns, Structures, and La Dispute. Their reputation has gone before them but Together We’re Alone is the band’s first real foray into global attention and it is hard to see the release missing out on awakening an intensive spotlight on the quintet’s presence.

As unafraid to make a searing commentary on social and personal issues as it is in scorching the senses, band and album instantly stirs up attention and imagination with the brief and seriously potent All Fears Are Learned, All Victories Are Earned. The opening song almost swaggers as it casts percussive bait straight away but is soon turning its enticing entrance into a brewing maelstrom of raw grooves and caustic riffs. There is still a teasing lure to the track though, a lighter almost mischievous wink which subsequently turns to a scowl and roars along with the imposing and striking vocals of Jayme Van Keulen. As swiftly realised across the album, how a song starts and tempts is never a consistent narrative, just a moment in a fury of invention shown here by the guitars of Scott Kay and John Overthrow mixing stabbing riffs and hook spilling noise to further colour and ignite the already incendiary proposition.

The following Always Building, Always Breaking similarly opens with an engaging temptation before venting its rage, a bluesy flame of guitar a spicy offering initially. It is soon battling c7e74127-c689-4e43-ad49-1d7a5e203f3cwith and aligning to, a fierce bluster of noise and the rapid fire skills of drummer Daniel Harper as the track explodes with fierce enterprise and magnetic intensity. As its predecessor, there is as much irresistible contagiousness to the encounter as passionate fury, especially through the masterful infectious lures laid down by Matthew Templeman’s bass skills which seem to creatively revel in the tempest. The track is a brawl of an incitement, a torrential outpouring of angst and hostility within a weave of sonic ingenuity. Only two songs in and Together We’re Alone is already announcing that it is one of the most startling and exciting hardcore releases of current times.

Oh Precious Commodity does nothing to defuse that thought and declaration, its hoarse vocal and anthemic barracking accompanied by throaty bass groans and tangy grooves which feverishly scorch and light the senses. There is hailstorm of piercing beats throughout the knee buckling ferocity too which collude with a cascade of just as hellacious vocals and dramatically imaginative inhospitality. Together they make an antagonistic treat matched in its individual way by the mouth-watering sonic hysteria of Forseeing the Cloud and Not the Rain and the hellacious rampage of Affliction Prescription. With a great many hardcore bands similarity seems to creep into any clutch of songs but there is no sign of that across Together We’re Alone, this pair alone steeped in abrasing individuality and unpredictable invention.

The band throws a curve ball from left field next, the simple and bewitching soulful blues croon of I Want Peace stepping forward with just voice against handclaps as its body, before the impassioned hostile delirium of Abide consumes ears and senses. As now expected, the track is a shifting landscape of imposing ideation and eventful sound, ruggedly caressing and forcibly pounding the psyche from start to finish. The thrilling turbulence makes way for Burning the Truth At Both Ends with its spiralling acrid grooves of and the concussive might of The Wanderer; both a crippling net of rhythms and scalding vat of sonic exploration bound in emotional ferocity.

Between the slower melodic almost post hardcore tinged Hard Words, Softly Spoken and the closing Within Arm’s Reach, another unexpected twist comes with the blues instrumental twang of Hope Is. Its minute plus lure is an intriguing and pleasing respite ready for the final creative furor of the album, Within Arm’s Reach arguably the most intensive and painfully invigorating track on the album, though all songs truthfully leave senses sore and emotions elated.

Statues have set down a benchmark not only for themselves but hardcore with Together We’re Alone, the first of many you imagine if this release is anything to go by.

Together We’re Alone is available now via https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/together-were-alone/id944791123

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RingMaster 14/01/2015

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