by Jeff Milo
This might be the most refreshingly scary thing you listen to all year.
Yes, I know it's not even February.
Artwork by Timothy "Shagrat" Jenkins
My favorite is "Chump Change." It's 31 seconds long. Between seconds 8.7 and 10.1, there's a squealed streak down the guitar's neck, a noodly little exertion that says so much in the context of this swift, thumping ultra-tantrum. Fans of Anselmo (and Anal Cunt) will already be initiated, but for local Child Bite fans coming to this work — you can see that local quartet's often-not-so-subtle inclinations toward hardcore-punk/death-metal (or do they still call it grindcore?) — thrown into stark relief as the vocals strike seemingly impossible and altogether inhuman-sounding caterwauling. The bass, the drums, the guitars ... nitroglycerin-filled ball-bearings inside a cement-truck's mixer tumbling at 90 rotations a second. ...