Their first Metal Blade release, Quiet Earth, showed what that earth’s last sound might be like. It was heavy, sick, and crazy; stomping and banging, elegiac with cello. Just beneath the rock they described a bad trip through a devastated world where resigned dignity and camaraderie with the friends that remain are the only consolations.
This mixture of rowdiness and gentleness is very much of their hard-living, hard-loving hometown: f*#%$d-up modernity’s last outpost on the rim of a vast, menacing wilderness. In their new release, James sings, “Vancouver’s an empty bottle, our dying thirst causing problems. Stand at dawn, the beginning of something heartfelt and replaceable.” No matter where we are, this is what it has come to in this age. So let’s listen to these gentlemen and rock out together.
“â€¦intense, guitar heavy thrash that would make even Municipal Waste step back in awe.” Alternative Press
“â€¦they dare to approach the maniacal majesty of present-day High on Fire.” Decibel Magazine
“â€¦unpretentious, mountainous rockâ€¦frequently sound like Mastodon at their most straightforward, coming impressively close to that band’s mastery of the riff.” Terrorizer Magazine