Where they from?
Seattle, WA. Last night I had trouble falling asleep so I took what I thought were melatonin gummies but were actually my Mom’s fiber gummies. I realized this after an hour or two when I released one of the biggest farts of my entire life only to be followed up by the second biggest. Truly a comical mishap worthy of one of those American Pie movies.
Why the hype?
Fiber gummies aside, Smearing interlace fast hardcore with blast beats into their musical DNA, which would make them right at home with a whole crop of bands from the late aughts/early 2010s, namely the likes of Converge, Weekend Nachos and Shitstorm. Every note here feels supremely dark yet hard-hitting and the band does not shy away from my favorite trick in the book, which is having a chugging guitar riff over a blast beat. God, that shit is so good, why don’t more bands do it?
Latest Release?
Acts of Service, self-released. I also forgot to mention the nine hours of playoff football I watched last weekend. My preseason Super Bowl prediction was the Ravens beating the Eagles in an all-bird themed championship, so now it’s very apparent I have no clue what the fuck I’m talking about. I type this as gelatin fiber lines the innards of my intestines causing me sheer agony. Go Texans!
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