Where they from?
Binghamton, NY. I’ve officially given up on my NFL picks — think my overall record was 6-10 — but that’s not what matters this week. Sunday morning my all-time favorite Jet player ever, Nick Mangold passed away and in his honor the Jets actually won their first game of the year. Rooting for this team is an endless stream of unmitigated suffering but there are days like this that remind you why you became a fan in the first place. Rest in peace, big guy.
Why the hype?
Speaking of unmitigated suffering… FED ASH! These Binghamton badasses play the sort of anti-life funeral doom grind that literally eviscerates your soul and makes you question your very existence. Not since Ethan McCarthy from Primitive Man’s old band, the legendary Clinging to the Trees of a Forest Fire, have I encountered such truly misanthropic and depressing grind. The doom passages are haunting and when the band gets to it’s blasting, look the fuck out. One teaspoon of this is enough to make your average church lady shit her pants.
Latest Release?
Rotting Exuberance, self-released. Is October too late for an album-of-the-year contender? I think the fuck not. This one twists and writhes with utter agony and despair while still finding plenty of time for wallop and pummel. Their are many standout tracks for me but none more so than ‘Merging’ with its twisted mathematical intro that sounds like early Dillinger Escape Plan churned up in a blender with some bad acid. Let the sweet suffering engulf your virgin ears.
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