SATURDAY FEB 01, 2020
Lazer/Wulf
Lazer/Wulf is an instrumental metal trio, which sometimes includes vocals. No, let's start over.
It's a funk group with thrash roots. Or a jazz trio with sludge issues. Whatever it is, it's not the easiest thing to describe, which makes it that much easier to love. Just ask the band's rabidly devoted following.
Formed in the diverse and devoted music scene of Athens, GA, where every possible genre not only exists but actively co-exists, Lazer/Wulf learned to disregard genre conventions for the sake of an compelling performance and honest songwriting. It's thrash, it's math-rock, it's fusion and crust punk and doom and funk in 7/8 – but the seams between them aren't just hidden; they're simply not there. The Wulves are an ongoing experiment in making stylistic conflict a non-conflicting listen, cooking diverse, often adverse, ingredients into an exhilarating whole.
Circumstantially, it's heavy as hell, and tends to unify audiences with how simply fun it all is, even as it toes the line between "challenging listen" and "utter alienation."
To put it another way; imagine a giant trampoline rigged to explode. It's fun for everybody, but likely to kill you at any moment.
Lazer/Wulf is an instrumental metal trio, which sometimes includes vocals. No, let's start over.
It's a funk group with thrash roots. Or a jazz trio with sludge issues. Whatever it is, it's not the easiest thing to describe, which makes it that much easier to love. Just ask the band's rabidly devoted following.
Formed in the diverse and devoted music scene of Athens, GA, where every possible genre not only exists but actively co-exists, Lazer/Wulf learned to disregard genre conventions for the sake of an compelling performance and honest songwriting. It's thrash, it's math-rock, it's fusion and crust punk and doom and funk in 7/8 – but the seams between them aren't just hidden; they're simply not there. The Wulves are an ongoing experiment in making stylistic conflict a non-conflicting listen, cooking diverse, often adverse, ingredients into an exhilarating whole.
Circumstantially, it's heavy as hell, and tends to unify audiences with how simply fun it all is, even as it toes the line between "challenging listen" and "utter alienation."
To put it another way; imagine a giant trampoline rigged to explode. It's fun for everybody, but likely to kill you at any moment.
Dead Register
DEAD REGISTER arose from the gloomiest chasm in summer 2013 and reared its head with a caterwaul to the unfeeling stars. Fed by Chvasta (ex-Palaces; ex-Light Pupil Dilate) on vocals and bass/bass-vi, complimented by Avril’s bass synth/keys and backing vocals, the creature evolved, morphing and growing more melodic; its sweetened voice begged for a live skinbeater’s dynamics. Enter Chad Williams (ex-Magnapop) in 2014, to command its punishing sonic nature from his leopard-print throne and suckle from his black metal teat: DEAD REGISTER had at last arrived, a seething, soothing beast of woe and stillborn hope, to sink tooth and nail into your sorrowful heart.
DEAD REGISTER arose from the gloomiest chasm in summer 2013 and reared its head with a caterwaul to the unfeeling stars. Fed by Chvasta (ex-Palaces; ex-Light Pupil Dilate) on vocals and bass/bass-vi, complimented by Avril’s bass synth/keys and backing vocals, the creature evolved, morphing and growing more melodic; its sweetened voice begged for a live skinbeater’s dynamics. Enter Chad Williams (ex-Magnapop) in 2014, to command its punishing sonic nature from his leopard-print throne and suckle from his black metal teat: DEAD REGISTER had at last arrived, a seething, soothing beast of woe and stillborn hope, to sink tooth and nail into your sorrowful heart.