Where they from?
Drummondville, Quebec. I’m currently watching the Mets and Braves play a doubleheader. The playoff scenario is that is they both win a game, they are both in, but if either of them get swept the losing team loses and the Arizona Diamondbacks get in. You, I and God Almighty know the Mets will lose both games [they didn’t–ed], and probably in humiliating fashion. The New York Mets simply exist to ruin the lives of their fans in the most brutal way possible [they don’t–ed]. It is written in the stars [it’s not–ed].
Why the hype?
In an episode of The Sopranos, Ralph Cifaretto is trying to shake down a Greek restaurant owner by threatening to “stick a shishkabob up [his] ass.” This line kept coming back to me this past week as I familiarized myself with these French-Canadian grinders. That’s what their music feels like, having a wooden skewer filled with various meat and vegetables shoved forcefully up one’s anus. I think it’s just the pure relentlessness of the programmed drums, they are literally never not playing notes at 240bpm, whether it be on the snare, cymbals or whatever other percussive target of abuse they get their sights on. This stuff is like Agoraphobic Nosebleed but without all the samples. If you like never ending speed, this is a band for you.
Latest Release?
Violent Au Volat out now on Horror Pain Gore Death Productions. Like I said, endless, frenetic velocity is the name of the game here, dynamics be damned. The result is an album that feels like one long twenty three minute song, but damn if it ain’t a good one. What a perfect soundtrack to watch my favorite baseball team piss away one of their best seasons in recent memory [they didn’t–ed]. The song remains the same.
