Late to the party on this one, at least as far as posting goes. If you like death metal and aren't a slamz loving neckbeard, this album will have you banging your head. I mean, look at that album art. Look at that logo. It speaks for itself.
Torche is one of those bands that I warmed to very, very slowly. While I really like Floor and I love the riffage that Torche brings to the table, for some reason I never really enjoyed them all that much. Until I heard this one. I can't really explain it, but if you enjoy the genre and have written them off maybe you should give this one as listen as well. It truly has the Baizley touch as it were, the mere presence of his artwork seeming to elevate most albums he gets involved with.
Note: For some reason the first song really annoys the shit out of me, so I recommend skipping it. Warship sucks and if you like it you suck. I've considered deleting it all together but my iTunes OCD would keep me up at night if I did.
It's been too nice lately to post anything too nasty, so here's some fuzzy riffs from Austin, TX's The Black Angels. A vintage sound that doesn't come across as bullshit mimicry or poorly executed worship. Their sound is deep, complex, interesting, and most importantly fuzzed the fuck out. Woo wee.
The initial screeches on this record throw me off every single time I put it on. I absolutely adore Barney's voice. I think it's one of the most burly, beefy, visceral vocal deliveries in aggressive music. But those first squeaky screechy sounds, fuck do they put me off. After the first bar or two he's back to his usual awesomeness though, so don't worry dudes (I know you were worrying about it). What makes Barney so awesome is even when he just goes "Oooo!" or "Guhhhh!" it sounds so fucking brutal it makes my vertebrae rattle. And I don't mean brutal in a breakdowns and flatbill caps kind of way. I mean pulling your intestines out of your mouth and shoving them back up your asshole kind of way. Sure this album came out in 2006. Sure you pretend to love Scum. Who cares. I sure as fuck don't.
Remember when we were young and we fed our ADD (This was before ADHD was invented) by listening to blistering 20 second songs and we all had street names like Death Snake, Big Dan, Hellfire, Lil' Smurf, Twin, Nacho, Viper, Mad Dawg, Clown, Loco, or Baby Chico?
It took me so fucking long to find this. So very, very fucking long. Such a pain in the ass I thought I'd go ahead and post it. This is not my rip and there's a little bit of analog grain present, but nothing that distracts from the riffing.
Attend closely, dear reader, lest a tendril of another's shadow impede your view. You have stumbled into my internet basement. I have really stupid taste in music and I post whatever I want. The format of this blog is none of your business. It's really become more of a stream of conciousness type affair over the years, so you're just going to have to deal with it I'm afraid.
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