Nov 13, 2013

Sounds like hammers breaking faces, vans, and concrete. Sounds like lightning bolts coming from fingertips. Smells like ozone. Combine the cocky swagger of the Murder City Devils (at 45, not 33 1/3) and chain it to the slashy whack-a-do menace of DS-13 and the dark, bloody bark of Burial. Delivered by a rasp-strained, oxygen-deprived vocalist, they create a desperate thrum… and hook-saturated songs. Youth Avoiders thank Thin Lizzy and that’s not an idle thanks. 2013 hardcore France’s call-and-response to Fighting? I can’t be the only one thinking that, can I? “A little more Phil Lynot afro in the monitors.” Please tell me that someone in the band or the recording studio was thinking that really loud. Stellar.

 –todd (Deranged)