These posts are written by: Matt MacLennan

A Decade Of Deathcore: Suicide Silence’s The Cleansing

Like it or not, a whole bunch of the staff at Heavy Blog “grew up” on deathcore in the mid to late 2000’s. Some love to admit it and some loathe to—some didn’t listen to it at all because they were clearly more well-adjusted to life and stuff. With a decade of deathcore now (well and truly) behind us, it’s probably an appropriate time to look at some of the genre’s most notable releases in that time. As it’s 2017, let’s start with 2007 (well done, mathletes) and the first full length from California lyric shirt pioneers Suicide Silence. If your favourite deathcore release came out in 2006 then sorry, look elsewhere.

Grind My Gears – fluoride

By now you should have worked out I’m a bit of a one trick pony. If it’s not fast, filthy, coated in overdrive and violent then I’m probably not interested. The shit cookie just crumbles that way in 2017 pour moi. Should this not be an issue for you then boy, do I got some of the good good today. The violence comes from New Jersey this week, the meat and bass free pounding courtesy of fluoride (I dig on no capitals band names, more please).

Pissed On – The Hanged Man

Rash bursts of powerviolence are the best bursts of powerviolence. Why pack ten songs into twenty five minutes? Five in ten is just right. This fresh-as-all-fuzz release from Pissed On only stops to piss on a burning pedestrian at the culmination of a brief, brutal attack. Raw and ready, five tracks merge into one erratic performance, over so quick that words can’t catch up. Hence this rough, chopped up review of The Hanged Man.

Bungler – The Nature of Being New

Three is the magic number, especially when it comes to trios in music. Anti jokes aside, this particular trident of musicians call themselves Bungler but in no way or shape come off as clumsy or incompetent, as the dictionary definiation of their name would suggest. These Buffalo natives may be few in number but play a form of hardcore that is incandescent enough to merit mathcore murmurings and direct enough to smash holes through any other alternative act around. The Nature of Being New is the album, Bungler are the band, this review is about to commence.

Brutality Will Prevail – In Dark Places

There are so many variants of hardcore right now. It’s bull in a china shop time for anyone obsessed with the aggression and emotion of good, honest hardcore. Unfortunately, hardcore fans can kinda suck. Everybody knows the ones. Chet and his bros, ready to get their hurt on, drink some beers (edge held for 4 days) and just get up in everyone’s shit. Brutality Will Prevail probably have a few fans like this clamoring for more two steps and call out choruses and they’re gonna be disappointed. In Dark Places sees the band getting back to the down and dirty, flirting with styles that don’t belong, according to Chet and his bros.

Grind My Gears – WVRM

In my quest to fill Heavy Blog with the nastiest content possible, I decided to refocus on the genre of metal that fills my ears, heart and asshole with the most satisfaction. The genre is grind, obviously. Now, some of the bands I’ll be covering in this feature may lean more towards powerviolence, even death metal, but grind has never been one sound anyway. None of these bands are exactly alike. The title is not meant to denote feelings of annoyance or discomfort either. Far from it. These are songs that push me forward, no matter how hard everything else pushes back. Without any further fuckery, the first band to Grind My Gears is Greenville, South Carolina’s WVRM.

Henry Kane – Den Förstörda Människans Rike

Like gin and tonic or sunny days and the beach, crust and death are the perfect pairing. The glorious bludgeoning of death metal and overdriven, fuzzy crust makes short work of anyone uneducated in the mires of extreme music; novices may start and stop with Entombed, more shame on them. Henry Kane, a project headed by members of Wombbath, make even shorter work of those unwilling to get a bit of nasty dick crust in their jeans. Den Förstörda Människans Rike might compare to certain records with a certain guitar pedal sound, in that it sounds familiar in tone and feel, but not necessarily in terms of actual content.