Verano’s Dogs – Summoning the Hounds
The band does not reinvent the wheel, but firmly implants themselves as a worthy entry into the annals of grindcore done well, done in an interesting manner, and done with fury and passion.
The band does not reinvent the wheel, but firmly implants themselves as a worthy entry into the annals of grindcore done well, done in an interesting manner, and done with fury and passion.
punishing and strangely familiar; like sitting down for your fifth or sixth tattoo
The self titled release actually feels much longer in a wild ‘What just happened?’ kind of way.
There’s Carcass worship aplenty here though, with waves of grinding riffs, old school guitar tones, a rhythm section that gives the whole thing a little headbanging groove, and filth laden vocals that wash over you like used formaldehyde.
An interview with two members of Wake, as well as their live set at Cellarmen’s.
The entire dissonant nightmare is coming at you from all sides, all at once. And then they slow down, light you on fire, and watch you burn.
…these are six minutes well worth your time.
You could say that they have learned the lessons of the masters well and then moved the music forward into this generation by creating their own style, which makes the album feel timeless.
Since its founding in 2007, Gutslit has been brutalizing Eurasia with its masterful technique and lyrics.