Excuse me for sounding like one of those olds you overhear at shows complaining about music not being what it used to be, but, damnit, back in my day, before a band’s name became a place for misspellings, mixed case, missed vowels, and cutesy punctuation, that name used that mean something. Take Destruction Unit, for example. They’re a band after my own heart. Would you care to guess what they sound like? They sound like they break things. That’s what they fuckin’ sound like. Electronics slamming against the sidewalk, baseball bats breaking glass, knee caps, brains, your mom’s fancy china, your sister’s heart — you name it and they’ll break it. It’s that simple and that’s the way it should be.
- September 25, 2014
Since Earth's resurrection in 2005, the Seattle doom and drone pioneers led by guitarist Dylan Carson have etched out a respected career out of one very long, and very deliberate note. Their brand of drone, or apocalyptic folk, established on 2005's Hex; Or Printing in the Infernal Method, and later perfected on 2008's The Bees Made Honey in the Lion's Skull and the two volume Angels of Darkness, Read More