Review: Caulfield - Vanity (Beat)

 

Sydneysiders Caulfield enter their debut, Vanity, to a packed out and ever filling hardcore scene.  It squeezes in snugly, too. Searing, pounding guitars anchor Amity Affliction-checking vocals penned in A Letter to Myself One Year Ago. Machine beats pulse through Sour Grapes, raging against the dwindling dubstep light. Their middle runs on a hamster wheel of alternating clean/scream vocals and obligatory breakdowns. They hop off, cobbling ‘90s pop-punk off cuts into Something from Nothing. A danceable G.Y.S.T holds the line as only their last handful of cuts do any advancing.

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Interview: From Frozen Fish to Freeballin’ – Kvelertak

Erlend Hjelvik is a beast of an unpronounceably named man. He’s Kvelertak’s kutte-wearing, fur-chinned shouter. His mission: spitting whiskey-soaked gravel directly into your ear drums. If he doesn’t induce fifth-degree whiplash, his duded-up platoon of punk-sucking metal-trash do. Their song titles alone sprint like Rottweiler barks. Fossegrim. Bruane Brenn. Snake Plisskenist.  These Rottweilers also have circular saws for teeth.