Where they from?
Whittier, CA. I awoke this morning to a text from my dad informing me that the Vegas Golden Knights had fired their coach and hired…JOHN TORTARELLA! For those of you who don’t know, Tortarella is a hockey coach full of piss and vinegar who routinely curses out reporters after his team loses. I personally can’t wait to see him implore some poor sap to “FUCK OFF!” after they lose to the Stars at home.
Why the hype?
I was listening to this album while waiting in the TSA line at the Orlando airport (wouldn’t recommend any of that) and decided that I like goregrind, which is weird because I’ve been writing about it for eight years, but this band officially pushed me over into the ‘like’ status. Casket Mush in particular does it rather well, augmenting the vicious gorey blasts with doom-ish dirges and a tin can snare that would sound at home on the newest Sangushoogabooger album. All Blast Worship approved.
Latest Release?
Evocation of Paranoia, self-released. The interesting thing about this album is that there is an actual “vibe” to be had here rather than just the usual feeling of a collection of songs. Everything sounds like it was recorded in a massive, empty cathedral at midnight, and those aforementioned deviations into doom territory or even classical music really help create an overall stomach-churning atmosphere. Once again, Blast Worship approved.
