Where they from?
Leeds, United Kingdom. The NFL kicks off its preseason this Thursday with the annual Hall of Fame Game, so it’s officially time for me to make my Super Bowl pick. For the 11th year in the row it’s the same: Jets vs Lions. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some keyboard cleaner I need to huff.
Why the hype?
THEY ARE BACK AND WORSER THAN EVER! The original Leeds mad men, the trend-setters for an entire micro-wave of bands you’ve probably never heard of! Gets Worse are the quintessential Leeds grind/violence band: goofy, gonzo and berzerk in ways that would make most North Americans poop their pants. Of all the guitar-less powerviolence bands out there, Gets Worse are perhaps the most, uh, guitar-less. The basses gnash and gnarl their way through unhinged spasms of drumming and mongo vocals that would make even Joe Denunzio proud.
Latest release?
No Bones, out now on RSR Records. This record shrieks and wobbles its way into the listener’s heart. I asked ChatGPT to help me write this review and I think it summed it up perfectly when it said “This content violates our policy on explicit material.” It was so beautiful I cried.
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