Where they from?
Nova Scotia, Canada. The New York Jets have miraculously won two games in a row. I honestly don’t know what to do with myself. This is the most success we have experienced in a whole fucking calendar year. This is our Super Bowl, this is our Stalingrad. This is our Master of Puppets. Cannot wait to get absolutely disemboweled by the Patriots this Thursday.
Why the hype?
We covered Snarler a few years back with their promising debut ‘Stubborn’ and I’m glad to see this band is still alive and kicking because they really live up to their name. This is snarling, raging, take-no-fucking-prisoners powerviolence that avoids a lot of the pitfalls that tend to doom so many bands of the genre. The breakdowns are there but not overly repetitive, the “drunk Dad at a Little League game” vocals are on point and there is not an HM-2 pedal in sight. Most importantly, this shit is fast! The blasts are super tight and the d-beats are nothing to snarl at either.
Latest release?
Blast Rash, self-released. The band has actually stepped up their game from the last album, as this one feels a lot more vicious and sharp than your typical powerviolence album. Also, kudos on there being no overly long, feedback-driven intro, that shit is so played out! Just flay my mind with fucking blast beats and keep the noise shit to Merzbow!
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