This week I have been getting my metal fix from Beskar. I’ve mentioned numerous times about not being a huge fan of metal, so it takes something special, or at least different, to get a handful of compliments from me.
This review was fuelled by intrigue. I was sent a tweet with nothing more than a link to this music video. I checked it out, the lovely human being that I am, and loved what I heard, so immediately gave it a re-tweet. Unfortunately, not being sent it as a proper request it slipped my mind, but here we are now. I couldn’t not share the love on this one.
Listening to this track, I completely forgot I was listening to a British band. Take that as you will.
I have no idea if Scottish Metal is a legit thing, but if so then apparently this is it. So let’s keep up our shit hot rep that we currently have going with Scotland and check this out.
The last month has seen us check out some pretty outlandish, abstract and noisy releases, so it’s strange to say that Living In A Radio City has felt refreshing to listen to, considering it offers little more than any other modern day alternative artist out there. But on the plus, Cross Wires have something decent going on here.
Any regular readers (I know there aren’t any, but I can dream…) may recall there was a spat of Doom/Drone/Sludge/Stoner Rock bands that I was covering last Summer. Safe to say, they got a bit stale after a while, but when Slutty Clowns popped up in my inbox, I was all over that shit.
This was initially just going to be me telling you why you should go and pre-order this tape based on the pleasure of hearing the preview track, but I have now been very fortunate enough to listen to the entire thing (including the tracks exclusive to the physical cassette release). And now you have to believe me when I tell you to bust out a couple of quid on this beast.
First thing to get out of the way, if you didn’t know anything about this band when first listening to them, you would be easily mistake Dead Houses as a new band that Guy McKnight from Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster has started. If that does happen to be something you want, then this band is an immediate winner.
Anyone who pays the vaguest of attention to this site will know that we have very recently reviewed a single from these fellows, and if you actually read that then you may remember that I was intrigued as to how the full album ended up sounding. If all of this is news to you, check out Distract Me and come back to us (partly because it isn’t on the album and also because I’m probably going to refer to that review way too much because I haven’t slept and my mental capacity is focussed on keeping me awake right now).
I haven’t touched on many bands from the US, but today I have a split EP from two bands bringing you some pretty beefy noise. Neither band seem to be particularly big in size, but by volume is a different story.