JOHNS: Night Market: CS

When I was a little girl, my mother took me to see a psychic. The mystic peered into my soul and told me that when I was older, I’d fall in love with a man named John. And holy shit, she was right. Brooklyn-based quartet Johns has wholly stolen my heart, and I’m helplessly lovestruck. By far the best release I’ve heard in a quick minute, Night Market sears itself into your skull with caustic guitar, a gargantuan rhythm section, and pained, twisted vocals shouting cunning lyrics. Taking cues from post-hardcore heavyweights Metz and Pile, Johns plays abrasive, unapologetically loud, bone-deep cuts. DON’T SLEEP ON THIS ALBUM. P.S. I just found out that Johns broke up after the release of this cassette. Some Good Samaritan should create a Change.org petition for these dudes to get back together. -Simone Carter (Self-released, [email protected], johns716.bandcamp.com)