Where they from?
Nashville, Tennessee. My friend called me up the other day and said his parents were getting divorced and to cheer himself up he wanted to talk about how the New York Jets season was going. About 30 seconds in I just said “Eh, let’s just keep it to the divorce.”
Why the hype?
The most striking thing about this band to me, your chief grindcorologist, is how prominent the bass is. Bass guitar in grind can be a messy thing, the tone on some of those early Napalm Death albums sounds like dial up internet, but here it really mixes well, adding a steady stream of bombast and heft to the band’s already pungent cacophony. Woundflower are dirty, grimey and messy, like early Triac and Sick/Tired, no frills, just ruthlessly hateful grindage.
Latest release?
Privatized Collapse, self-released. The filthy bass and relentless single foot, old-school style blasts are what do it for me here. Remember when grind and powerviolence bands actually sounded pissed off? Woundflower sure do. More brutal than a parent’s divorce but not quite as brutal as seeing the Jets offense operate without Garret Wilson. Nothing is more brutal than that.
