After exploding onto the scene in 2007 with one of the loudest and most jarring live shows in the game, the industrial-strength, New York noise band, A Place to Bury Strangers have often struggled to match the intensity of those early days when comparisons to Jesus and Mary Chain hung around the band's neck like the storied albatross, only to be obliterated by a ruckus so severe, the human ear buckled in ecstasy. Or, to put it more succinctly, if you love it loud, you loved A Place to Bury Strangers.
When the book is closed on 2014, or a month from now when music pubs start pushing their end of the year round-ups, a surprising release will likely top my list -- Nothing's Guilty of Everything. Upon it's release, I found it more diverse and more engaging than most modern shoegazer albums (your best comparison may be '90s alt-rockers Hum, a band who weren't afraid to go full metal during their atmospheric rock jams), yet, I also felt emptiness upon my initial listens. Here was a band fronted by an ex-punk, ex-con and I wanted more of the story to come through in the lyrics. Turns out, Nothing wasn't lacking. My patience was lacking. The title track kills me to this day.
Friday Jam Pack feat. Destruction Unit, Running, Black Hearted Brother, Zola Jesus, Neko Case and Gap Dream
Destruction Unit mean it this time. After an uneven debut EP, these Arizona shredders are living up to their name. "Bumpy Road," is but one sample ...