SATURDAY MAY 27, 2017
Conan
"Conan are as heavy as interplanetary thunder amplified through the roaring black hole anus of Azathoth. Remember that sentence, for it is writ large in virgin blood on the walls of the forgotten temple of Bol-Krastor, deep in the steaming forests of forgotten Lemuria. Conan, a monumentally brutal three piece (in the grand tradition of all the hallowed three pieces through time) hold a sinew-tight line and an iron-grip command over the uber-synchronised powerchord changes and tempo-shifts of the anti-holy trio of bass, drums and guitar. Two weary yet defiant men have the task of vocalising wretched thoughts over the turgid weight of Conan’s metalized bombast. They bear it well, for the task is immense. Hear the roar of battle. Smell the stench of split blood. A thousand heads piled high like a grim mound of suffering - a blasphemy to nature. Hail Conan!"
"Conan are as heavy as interplanetary thunder amplified through the roaring black hole anus of Azathoth. Remember that sentence, for it is writ large in virgin blood on the walls of the forgotten temple of Bol-Krastor, deep in the steaming forests of forgotten Lemuria. Conan, a monumentally brutal three piece (in the grand tradition of all the hallowed three pieces through time) hold a sinew-tight line and an iron-grip command over the uber-synchronised powerchord changes and tempo-shifts of the anti-holy trio of bass, drums and guitar. Two weary yet defiant men have the task of vocalising wretched thoughts over the turgid weight of Conan’s metalized bombast. They bear it well, for the task is immense. Hear the roar of battle. Smell the stench of split blood. A thousand heads piled high like a grim mound of suffering - a blasphemy to nature. Hail Conan!"
Crawl
Crawl began Spring 2012 with a core trio of which have been past members of FULCI, Social Infestation, Molehill, Hog Mountin & Sons of God! Their initial rumblings comprised of immense detuned riffing and sociopathic chants alongside bulldozing sub frequencies and Neanderthal tar-pit beats, bringing together the drunken groove of classic southern rock and prime Sabbathian riffage with the bowel churning devastation of contemporary Doom Metal and sludge rock. Crawl swings a heavy hammer as they deliver crushing Deep South destructo-sludge.
Crawl began Spring 2012 with a core trio of which have been past members of FULCI, Social Infestation, Molehill, Hog Mountin & Sons of God! Their initial rumblings comprised of immense detuned riffing and sociopathic chants alongside bulldozing sub frequencies and Neanderthal tar-pit beats, bringing together the drunken groove of classic southern rock and prime Sabbathian riffage with the bowel churning devastation of contemporary Doom Metal and sludge rock. Crawl swings a heavy hammer as they deliver crushing Deep South destructo-sludge.
Ladybird
"When I ask Ladybird bassist Conor Ray what listeners can expect from their upcoming EP I Feel Nothing, I Exist Nowhere, he’s quick to respond. “[It’s] a much darker, faster, and heavier album than our 2015 debut Native,” Ray says, and while that may prove to be true for the record as a whole, new single “The Hound is Starving” doesn’t always follow through in terms of speed. Make no mistake, though, it’s an absolute sledgehammer of a song, led by cavernous guitars that threaten to swallow you whole. Murice White’s brutal vocals only serve to heighten the track’s underlying aggression, leading to an atmosphere of corrosive tension that is practically unyielding. Which is part of the point. Ladybird’s grinding hardcore has always been built to deal out maximum physical damage, but here there’s a specific intent to create an aura of dread and unease. “‘Hounds’ is about the dull monotony of each day that you endure when people lack an understanding of how you’re trying to position yourself in life,” Ray explains. “It’s oppressing and anxiety causing.” The result is one of the band’s darker, more cerebral cuts — a menacing bruiser that’s equal parts crushing and caustic." -Immersive Atlanta
"When I ask Ladybird bassist Conor Ray what listeners can expect from their upcoming EP I Feel Nothing, I Exist Nowhere, he’s quick to respond. “[It’s] a much darker, faster, and heavier album than our 2015 debut Native,” Ray says, and while that may prove to be true for the record as a whole, new single “The Hound is Starving” doesn’t always follow through in terms of speed. Make no mistake, though, it’s an absolute sledgehammer of a song, led by cavernous guitars that threaten to swallow you whole. Murice White’s brutal vocals only serve to heighten the track’s underlying aggression, leading to an atmosphere of corrosive tension that is practically unyielding. Which is part of the point. Ladybird’s grinding hardcore has always been built to deal out maximum physical damage, but here there’s a specific intent to create an aura of dread and unease. “‘Hounds’ is about the dull monotony of each day that you endure when people lack an understanding of how you’re trying to position yourself in life,” Ray explains. “It’s oppressing and anxiety causing.” The result is one of the band’s darker, more cerebral cuts — a menacing bruiser that’s equal parts crushing and caustic." -Immersive Atlanta