Where they from?
Charlotte, North Carolina. The New York Knicks are NBA champions. Say no more, no less. They got it done. I can only dream of the day when the Jets finally pull a championship out of their ass (probably 3,000 years from now).
Why the hype?
I normally can be a bit ambivalent when it comes to guitarless grind/powerviolence bands but, Good Lord, does this shit gut punch you in the bowels. MERC’s (ALL CAPS) dual bass attack is one for the ages, providing the slashing evisceration of great guitar work while also the seismic bombast that only two basses can provide. Combine that with an attitude and presentation that lines up perfectly with hardcore’s more militantly pissed-off wing and voilà: you have a winner.
Latest release?
No One Leaves This Room, self-released. The band does an excellent job here of using all 13 tracks to explore different sonic environments and soundscapes, ranging from similar territory as Hong Kong Fuck You at their most furious to introspective noodling that would be right at home and a great post-punk album. This is great stuff right here and will make the most excellent soundtrack for when die-hard Philadelphia Eagles fan Jalen Brunson marches down the Canyon of Heroes on Thursday.
