death metal / grindcore
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What a miserable day it is today. Rain is pouring down, two neighbours are in a fight about a parking spot and there's a foul smell coming from somewhere. So it looks like it's the perfect day to close the curtains, put all the furniture in another room, grab a beer and start a moshpit in my living room. The music of choice is brutal death metal, or grindcore, with a sick sense of humor and buried in a thick cloud of smoke.
Party Cannon hails from Scotland, using brutal death metal, which some people call 'slam', to pay homage to the art of getting high. This debut follows the footsteps of the earlier released e.p. 'Partied In Half'. So what you can expect is something in the neighbourhood of bands like Cannabis Corpse, loaded with massive riffs, guttural growls and blasting biscuit tin snare drums.
However, besides the cannabis-gimmick, this is some well played extreme metal, blasting through my speakers in a fierce tempo and with a crushing sound. In a way, this can be compared to bands like Cock and Ball Torture, Rompeprop and other joyful ensembles. Yet, you have to be able to withstand that drum, sounding a bit like the drums on Metallica's 'St. Anger', played while being shoved up Lars' ass.
In 'Keg Stand By Me' and later in 'Battle Of The Spider-Men' that tin snare reaches a torturous level, unable to bear for most people but well-able to get the adrenaline rushing in the veins of grindcore adepts. I can see this being a blast on stage, especially with explosions like 'There's A Reason You're Single' or 'Interested Is Not The Word'. Yet, in a relaxing living room like mine, it's quite disturbing.
By now, even the fighting neighbours have stopped their argument and are now looking up, trying to locate the storm of noise which blasts through the street. Maybe I should stop listening to this album before they either call the cops or change into raging zombies. On the other hand, it might be fun slashing zombies in the street while smoking a bong...
Serge
Party Cannon hails from Scotland, using brutal death metal, which some people call 'slam', to pay homage to the art of getting high. This debut follows the footsteps of the earlier released e.p. 'Partied In Half'. So what you can expect is something in the neighbourhood of bands like Cannabis Corpse, loaded with massive riffs, guttural growls and blasting biscuit tin snare drums.
However, besides the cannabis-gimmick, this is some well played extreme metal, blasting through my speakers in a fierce tempo and with a crushing sound. In a way, this can be compared to bands like Cock and Ball Torture, Rompeprop and other joyful ensembles. Yet, you have to be able to withstand that drum, sounding a bit like the drums on Metallica's 'St. Anger', played while being shoved up Lars' ass.
In 'Keg Stand By Me' and later in 'Battle Of The Spider-Men' that tin snare reaches a torturous level, unable to bear for most people but well-able to get the adrenaline rushing in the veins of grindcore adepts. I can see this being a blast on stage, especially with explosions like 'There's A Reason You're Single' or 'Interested Is Not The Word'. Yet, in a relaxing living room like mine, it's quite disturbing.
By now, even the fighting neighbours have stopped their argument and are now looking up, trying to locate the storm of noise which blasts through the street. Maybe I should stop listening to this album before they either call the cops or change into raging zombies. On the other hand, it might be fun slashing zombies in the street while smoking a bong...
Serge