Howdy Headbangers, Dropping another top ten list seemed a tad redundant, given that I've picked out a "Big Four" for each quarter of the year. Put those together and you effectively have a "Top 16" of 2020.... Read More...
In place of a Grind My Gears column this week, we're giving you a very short, very sharp dose of some Scottish grime'n'grind. Previously seen on splits with Holy Grinder and The Power Of Violence (not to mentio... Read More...
Summer is nearly wrapped up over here so it's time to get right back into the miserable weather, miserable conversation and general misery of being in a Northern part of the world. Fuck the tanned people and their day drinking, fuck the sweaty patch on the small of your back, fuck the tourists who stop walking every two seconds on the street. It's high time for the grey, grim and gruesome to rear it's resentful head. This weeks entry into Grind My Gears might just be the most obtuse and vehemently bleak thing you'll hear the rest of this summer. I love that I get to write this next bit. Get Fucked.
Firstly, by the time I actually came across this next entry into the Hall of Grind and decided to write about them, they released two more batches of hot shit, toxic grind. If this wasn't a sign from the Holy Grindfather then I'm a two-tone ska fiend. Throat Breach are every single bit as unpleasant sounding as their moniker but in just over a year have consistently released music as and when they feel like it. Presents for everyone indeed. Over the course of sixteen releases this Midwest branch of the Terror Squad have found a sound worth killing for. In like, twelve months. How many releases did you put out the last twelve months?
Look at any poster for a good grind show and it usually tells you exactly what you're getting from the night in question. Often literally telling you exactly who the band is because you can't read their logo, where they're from and which particular flask of filth they sip from. Madrid's Teething don't have one of those unreadable logos and they're marked down as simply "HM-2 grindcore". Doing exactly that, these Spaniards have entered the world of full length grind releases with a record so typically HM-2 that it goes full circle into being fresh again. Pull up a seat and unfuck your earholes in preparation for some violent Spanish storytelling.
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).
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.