Wednesday, February 4, 2026

Shitting Dicks: AssCock - "Parasitic Depression" EP Review


    I got into writing reviews almost by way of a curse. When I started my first band in high school and began learning how to write and play music, it ruined the experience of listening to music for me. The peek behind the curtain combined with the subsequent musical obsession seemed too much for my wormy little brain. I would neurotically deconstruct all my favorite songs in the hopes of figuring out how they worked. Many years later, in an act of uncharacteristic confidence, I decided to become publicly vocal about it and started the House of Grindcore in 2015. 
    The actual act of writing reviews is a journey in itself. It starts with listening to the releases either in my car or via earbuds while at work. Although, that lends itself to a whole host of problems. Have you ever seen that movie Memento? Guy Pearce plays a guy without a short-term memory, who is trying to solve the murder of his wife and survives off of writing vital information on Post-it Notes and Polaroids. Without making this too convoluted, there's a scene where Carrie-Anne Moss provokes him into hitting her by badmouthing his deceased wife. She then leaves, taking all the pens from the room with her. As he scrambles to write down the incident, she merely waits until he eventually forgets the original provocation, allowing her to take advantage and further manipulate him. Likewise, I often find myself driving, unable to take notes, or at work struggling to find a pen and paper until I inevitably get distracted and the review I had in my head dissipates into the ether. 
        At the possible risk of more self-detrimental illumination, it's safe to say that writing a grindcore review blog in this day and age is obviously redundant. If you have the ability to read this, you have the ability to listen to any release that I could possibly write about. Not to mention, blogs haven't been en vogue since Lost was on air. The only real benefit to writing reviews would be a promotive online presence for bands and their releases. Yet, at the time of writing this, I'm so far behind that any hope of a timely promotion is going to be largely lost. The worst is when the wait for the review is longer than the tenure of the band. 

    In 2024, the obscure band AssCock released the EP, Parasitic Depression. The band's combination of noise, grindcore, and goregrind made for a chaotic release, to say the least. The avant garde noise-grind record seems to be the only output from the band who apparently have almost no internet presence and no legitimately named members. I believe the EP solely exists on Bandcamp and YouTube. 

    Instrumentation on Parasitic Depression takes a backseat to the noise elements, for sure. All the drums and guitarwork are distant and shallow. The guitar sounds like it's played through a ten-watt practice amp—completely blown out—gain all the way up. The thick fuzz of the guitar makes any distinction between notes or riffs or background static fairly impossible. The guitar on track "Cardiomegaly" sounds like just disjointed chords seemingly played at random and is the most distinct and clean the guitar appears on the record. 
    The drumming is there, but can be illusive within the mix. You can hear it more towards the beginning of the EP and at the end. However, most of the blast beats are overall eclipsed by the noise. The cymbal crashes are the only things that cut through the mud. It's almost an aural Magic Eye experience trying to listen for the full kit. "Necrosis Of The Body And Mind" is the most traditional sounding track on the EP, as far as the guitar and drums working together. 
    The vocals on the EP are certainly of a distinct nature. They sound like an intermittent chorus of deep croaks and goregrind gurgles. They're kind of like a far off creek of bullfrogs. They don't have any real presence or rhythm. It reminds me of when you're at the dentist and the hygienist has your head in her lap and you can hear her stomach growling through her scrubs. 
    AssCock's use of harsh noise appears to be priority for Parasitic Depression. Songs are thick with blazing distortion and crushing static. Some songs sound like the band attached a guitar pickup to a straw sucking up the last persistent remains of a milkshake in the bottom of a cup, or like a set of janitor keys in a garbage disposal, or a hail storm on a tin roof. The last track, "End Of Times Jam," sounds like a discordant jazz-grind number performed with drums and someone tapping their thumb on a quarter inch instrument cable jack while it's plugged into a live amplifier. What is most constant are the liquid-esque, retro science-fiction phaser effects throughout the EP. I didn't care much for them. They seemed like space filler with no real necessity. 
   
    Now, Parasitic Depression is art and art is subjective. It has it's merits, but this EP is definitely not for everyone. This falls into that "niche of the niche" folder. Parasitic Depression is more raw, low-fi, and dirty than most of the releases that come my way. The whole EP sounds like it was recorded in a moving cargo van hauling down the highway. The songs are presented in an almost molecular gastronomy version of grindcore; elements are broken down into raw essentials and presented separately and indiscriminately. 
    Personally, I would have liked a little more presence within the mix, especially on the drums and blast beats, to really own that "grindcore" identifier. But AssCock definitely had a vision and definitely made choices for a reason. I'm not going to pretend to know the noise scene or criticize the standards of the genre. So I'm not going to say this is a bad release, because it's not. I know for a fact it has its fans, but AssCock is a bitter cup of tea that will certainly have some listeners clicking away. 


FFO: (???)


    
    

Wednesday, January 7, 2026

Return To The House Of Grindcore: Top 10 Favorite Releases Of 2025


    As we shovel the last of the dirt onto the grave of the blackened and bloated corpse of 2025, I can't help but think, as I'm looking down at the shallow woodland grave, "what a fucking shitshow." I don't think I can recall a year of so much blatant hate and utter heinousness. The amount of death and despair that I've seen this year and the shameless passivity in response has me truly despondent. I feel like a frog in a slowly boiling pot of dystopian fascism. 
    Practically from the ball drop of 2025 I saw mangled bodies on the streets of New Orleans, followed by witnessing Los Angeles burn to ash, then the nightmare scenario of the second term of a regime that I think we all knew was vehemently immoral—and now is clearly riddled with psychopathy. And that was just January! Events such as ongoing war, genocide, environmental disasters, AI, ICE, discriminatory legislation, are all universally understood to be glaringly hellish and I don't think I really need to expand on them. However, their detriment to modern life cannot be ignored. Focusing on the positives has become harder and harder. I almost feel guilty when trying to do so, like I owe it to the world to sit in the shit. Positivity was never really my forte. 

    All that said, I think we can agree that grindcore is a constant positive in our lives. Whether it be listening to music, or record collecting, or attending shows, or playing in bands, grindcore has been both the outlet and the distraction. My whole life I've said punk rock saved my life, and as a teenager that was certainly true. At this point in my life I feel like grindcore has given me a community. The House of Grindcore exists solely because of the appreciation and invested interest of those of you who are reading this now. Without the submissions from the bands and labels and the eyes of the readers, this web blog would not be able to survive. Once again this year, I would like to express my immense gratitude to the readers and to all the bands. 

    Below I have listed and ranked my personal choices for the top ten grindcore releases of the year. As it is every year, there were a significant number of exceptional grind releases this year and I did my best to make a representational registry of my favorite. And when I tell you that I accidentally deleted that list, twice, I mean I fucking accidentally deleted it, twice! Hopefully this list is a fair representation of whatever it was that I had originally figured out. I eventually had to just stop fucking with it. 

Honorable mentions:

    Durian returned in 2025 with their second full-length album, Pecking Order. As I understand it, the LP was written, recorded, mixed, packaged, and released entirely independently by the band, without any label involvement. Pecking Order is a relentless bombardment of hurtling blast beats and darting skate-punk riffs. More "grind" than "violence," Durian's slinky and stylized brand of grindcore pulls from several genres—including powerviolence, crust punk, and hardcore—in a way that feels wholly original. Durian pairs just as well with Bandit as they do with Bad Brains
    I've always referred to Durian as a "bass player's grind band," as every song is saturated—if not outright overflowing—with the springy-recoil of the band's bass guitar. The album's dense grindcore and its wavering tempo plays like a cassette tape stuck on fast-forward until the batteries in the Walkman eventually wane and die. Pecking Order's exhaustive twenty tracks of unabated blasting and gravelly-throated barks make for a truly torrential album that I don't hear being talked about enough.

    The Nepali-American self-identifying "immigrindcore," Chepang return with their first album since their magnum opus, Swatta in 2023. While Swatta was released to high acclaim for its experimentation and far reaching collaboration, Jhyappa sees Chepang more aggressive and stripped down for their Relapse Records debut. The band mixes a fierce, albeit, more polished mix of grindcore a long with death metal, and an almost hardcore tribalism. The band's sharp riffs, lightning-quick drumming, and high-pitched shrieks make for a short yet hammering death-grind listen. (Comparisons to Nasum's broad appeal come to mind.) 
    Now, in every review you will read about Jhyappa you're going to read about a mention of "immigrindcore" and about the "personal self-immolation," themes of the album. However, in present day America—a time of state violence against immigrants, Gestapo-esque ICE raids and abductions, and open xenophobia—the band's immigrant identity sadly takes on different connotations. Whether it was the band's intention or not, Jhyappa has to be looked upon as a form of activism. In a time and place where immigrants are being systematically targeted, persecuted, and criminalized, Chepang's mere existence as a band is, in and of itself, a radical act. Jhyappa's artistic expression becomes a moral and political act of defiance. 

 

10. Stimulant - "Sub-Normal" LP
   Sonically strident and digitally discordant, New York's Stimulant return with a fast-paced, high-powered, aural assault of an album. Sub-Normal is a mercilessly crushing twenty minutes of grinding noise-violence. L
ike the white stuff around your remote control's dead batteries, the blasting drums and thick guitar distortion are corroded with grating harsh noise, stabbing feedback, and groove plodding slogs. Sub-Normal's powerviolence sludge is thicker than the acidic mud of the third world country where your abandoned iPods rot and ooze lead and mercury into some poor villages' drinking water. The microplastics and circuit boards kill off flora and fauna; and babies are born more cancer than kid. Was that analogy a bit much? I'd say so, but that's how depraved this album is. 
    The dual vocals are a back and forth argument consisting of A) caustic shrieks and B) some old school powerviolence vocals that are clearly shouted from the void or some neighboring alternate dimension. Retro Tron-esque "beeps" and "boops" float atop heavy bombing bass drones that I'm fairly certain broke the speaker in my front driver's side door. Meanwhile, shrill warbles of noisy bleating reverberate like the death rattle of some poor practice space amp head. Sub-Normal is literally screaming at you. It hates you. 


9. Sulfuric Cautery - "Consummate Extirpation" LP 
   Los Angeles-based Sulfuric Cautery have clawed and gutted their way to the top of the goregrind/grindcore chum pile over the last few years with their unmistakably distinct "propeller blade vs. tin can" hyper-blasting snare tone and detuned gurgle-grind. 
    Blast-beat phenom Isaac Horne’s talent behind the kit is full of ear-catching fills, clamoring transitions, skipping tempos, and jaw-dropping insanity-blasts. 
    Sulfuric Cautery not only released Consummate Extirpation in 2025, but the band also released the twenty-one-track Killing Spree LP back in July. Either album was more than worthy of making this list; however, I chose the nine-track Consummate Extirpation for its longer songs and superior production. Compared to the rest of the band’s more low-fi and raw-sounding discography, Consummate Extirpation’s improved production quality gives the album—and the band—a more sincere edge, in my opinion. Consummate Extirpation trades micro-blast decimation for a heavy blend of grindcore and brutal death metal.
 

8. Forced Starvation - "Forced Starvation" LP
   To be completely honest, I wasn't expecting much from Forced Starvation. When I first laid eyes on the album cover, I presumptuously assumed the album was another goregrind demo left to rot in the bowels of Bandcamp. The 1920's era Russian famine cannibal cover photo, certainly didn't instill confidence as I have seen that image used on countless releases prior. Nevertheless, as I listened to Forced Starvation's self-titled debut full-length I was forced to eat crow and reconsider. 
    New Zealand's Forced Starvation are absolutely savage! Their rabid and raw grindcore is manically paced and viciously heavy. The drums are a blur of blast beats and boiling punk gallops. The guitars are thick and gnarly, yet can turn hauntingly somber when need be. The vocals are harsh and demonic. Despite the album's rampaging tempo and callous exterior, Forced Starvation manage a quite poignant song about the Bon Secours Mother and Baby Home in Tuam, Ireland. Needless to say, Forced Starvation was probably my most surprising pick of the year. 


7. Noisy Neighbors - "Insolvent" LP
    San Antonio, Texas' very own genre meme-smiths, Noisy Neighbors, are back, picking up right where they left off with their 2023 release, Derailing the Hype Train. Noisy Neighbors have been consistently turning out pummeling grindcore since their 2018 debut and have yet to falter. Guitarist and drummer duo Shane and John are kings of the onstage banter as well as one of the sharpest songwriting teams in Texas grindcore. Noisy Neighbors' patented brand of no-frills, straight forward, stampeding grindcore is full bore in their latest LP, Insolvent. The album is pure, unremitting, rapid-fire blast beats knotted around crushing metallic riffs, slathered in gruff, and guttural vocals. The album's top-notch studio mix and master gives the drumming a deep impact and the guitar a solid crunch. Insolvent is a heavy and rich sounding record and is yet another addition in the band's extremely strong and respectable discography. 


6. Type: Armor Unit - "Revolutions In Saecula"
    Revolutions In Saecula is arguably the most interesting release on this list. Type: Armor Unit is a one-man sci-fi grind project from Days Of Desolation drummer Owen Swerts, who handled everything from instrumentation to mixing, mastering, and even the cover art. Set twenty thousand years in the future, the LP is a futuristic concept album following a freedom fighter named Kasa, who struggles to survive behind enemy lines in a war against world-threatening techno-fascists. 
    Revolutions In Saecula is more than a detailed galactic parable; it is an unrelenting "space-grind" saga. Stylistically situated between Psudoku and Gridlink, Type: Armor Unit and Revolutions In Saecula deliver a tight stranglehold of blast beats, dissonant tech-grind, and cosmic noise. Any sense of groove or break in tempo is treated as a mocking taunt rather than a reprieve. The only true respite is a single, serene and tranquil astral soundscape that eventually glimmers away into an infinite abyss of screaming guitars. At twenty tracks, Revolutions In Saecula is an operatic grind epic that is as beautiful as it is brutal. 


5. Guilt Dispenser - "Detonation" 
    January 1, 2025, day one, Guilt Dispenser dropped this little gemmy on the table like a Paul Allen business card. The metaphorical gauntlet: Detonation is the Los Angeles-based band's first release since their 2021 split with Hong Kong Fuck You. It is a fun-sized blast of schizophrenic grinding hardcore/powerviolence in the best way imaginable. 
    The explosive and chronically shifting high-powered blender of noise, fastcore, grindcore, hardcore, and powerviolence is as brutal as it is erratic. Guilt Dispenser changes genres and tempos like flipping stations on a car radio while stuck at a red light; Detonation is a dynamic grab bag of frantic timing and hairpin turns. 
    Now, I can imagine there might be some controversy regarding this release because the record was pressed on seven-inch vinyl. While I've seen Detonation listed as an EP, the eighteen tracks and the fact that the band refers to it as a full-length should make it exactly that, if you ask me. Being pressed on a seven-inch was most likely just a good economical decision.


4. Sick Destroyer - "Sick Destroyer" LP
    Everything you could want in a grind record—shredding riffs, breakneck drumming, and throat-scouring vocals—Sick Destroyer's self-titled LP delivers exactly that and more. The Czech and Slovak grinders' debut full-length is both extremely brutal and ravenous: eighteen tracks of absolute, face-melting grind. Sick Destroyer is non-stop punishing. The band's blistering blast beats, in combination with their thick, lashing guitars, create more aggressive forward momentum than perhaps any other release on this list. The album's production is flawless, allowing each instrument to sit heavy in the mix while maintaining just the right amount of grime to give it some texture. With members of Lycanthrophy, Needful Things, Morbid Angel Dust, and Controlled Existence, it's no mystery why Sick Destroyer has quickly jumped to the top of the global grindcore heap.


3. Meth Leppard - "Gatekeepers" LP
    Their first release in five years, Meth Leppard's Gatekeepers reminds us why the Aussie duo are currently one of the top bands in the genre. Led by the band's surgically-sharp and technically deft thrashing guitar, Gatekeepers plays as both brutally intense and purposefully refined. The guitar tone is stringent and vividly keen, while the mechanized, precision-blasting of the drums is pummeling, washer-tight, and impeccably performed. Meth Leppard manages to hide a tense sense of darkness behind such relentless speed and facetious song titles. The album's tangled guitars, roaring vocals, and clinical blast beats are borderline perfection. The album's compositional depth disciplines the band's speeding intensity into a singularly concentrated grindcore masterpiece.  


2. Barren Path - "Grieving" LP
    As I understand it, when Jon Chang walked away from Gridlink, the band turned to Mitchell Luna of Maruta and Shock Withdrawal to step in and provide vocals for the unfinished tracks. That project would eventually evolve into the band Barren Path and their debut full-length, Grieving
    Barren Path might have the telltale virtuosic guitar prowess of Takafumi Matsubara and the signature drumming chops of Bryan Fajardo, but the band is a whole new beast. Where Gridlink's later albums drifted further and further into outer space, Barren Path and Grieving have both feet firmly planted in the death-grind dirt. The album is a supersonic, terrestrial tech-grind exercise in sheer precision and velocity. Each member of Barren Path is a master of their craft and their proficiency propels this record into the forefront of the 2025 releases. From its annihilative blast beats to its dizzying guitarwork, Grieving's pulverizing dissonant grindcore has set a high-water mark for both the musicians and the genre as a whole. It doesn't get much better than this.



1. Shitbrains/Exorbidant Prices Must Diminish - split LP
    In 2025 Shitbrains members Anthony and Emi lost their home in the Los Angeles fires alongside so many others. Despite such an unimaginable loss, the band was able to release a split LP with Swiss grinders, Exorbitant Prices Must Diminish, and the two bands embarked on a memorable co-headlining tour of the West Coast of the United States and Canada in support of the album. 
    Shitbrains' side of the record is an affirmation in why their frenzied brand of stop-and-go grindcore has them in the highest echelons of the West Coast's grindcore and powerviolence scene. Ballistically crisp as always, Shitbrains' drumming is a ricocheting barrage of power drill fills and tight turn-arounds. Punishingly kinetic, the blast beats are sickeningly fast and blink off and on quicker than a strobe light. The guitar is a blaring spiral that is just as shifty as the drums. The band's dual vocals are scathing enough to scrape the weathering off wood. They blast just as much as the guitar and drums. Shitbrains' latest is as relentless as it is succinct and as clean as it is berserk. 
    Exorbitant Prices Must Diminish have once again found themselves at the number one spot for the second year in a row. That is no small feat. Much like their split-mates, Exorbitant Prices Must Diminish are very much that high-strung, popcorn-snare-worshipping, spasmatic, start/stop grindcore. The band's songwriting is a maniacal stuttering of blistering chaos—almost a crust-punk take on grindviolence. Instruments are leapfrogging over one another, vying for their microseconds of the spotlight. The guitarwork is a violent mélange of punk rock riffs and death metal licks, all chopped up in a blender. The band's beautiful basslines are rich and intertwined; its quick interjections and solos stick out like the bouncing springs shooting out from some broken cartoon clockwork.
    The split between Shitbrains and Exorbitant Prices Must Diminish is a firecracker string of snare busting blast beats and calamitous volatility. This record is a match made in grindcore heaven, but it's the perfect soundtrack to your living Hell. 
Listen: 

Tuesday, December 23, 2025

Split Level Housing: Civilian Thrower/Sangre De Idiotas Split 7 Inch Review


     Nothing makes me feel more foolish than when I sleep on releases, especially given that I'm expected to have my typey-little-fingers on the pulse of modern grindcore. However, The House of Grindcore gets a new follower or a new release submission virtually daily. And unfortunately, a lot of those submissions are added to a long roster where they sit idly until I can impartially get to them all. As I slowly make my way through them all, I occasionally come upon a release, sight unseen, that I hadn't even given a prior cursory listen and think, "Oh wow, this is amazing," and I immediately start rehashing that year's Top 10 list in my head. 2023's split between Civilian Thrower and Sangre De Idiotas might possibly be one of those records that had me questioning my ranking system. Thankfully, the end of year rankings are full-lengths only.         

    France's Civilian Thrower, besides having a name that sparks the imagination, are an absolutely prolific band that has released some fourteen records since their initial demo in 2021—all but one of which have been split EPs. The grindcore trio has splits with genre heavy hitters such as Convulsions and Morbid Angel Dust, as well as past blog alumni Proudhon, Mindcollapse, and Vile Species
    Civilian Thrower are an especially brutal and pulverizing form of grindcore. The band's combination of speed and weight makes for a highly aggressive collection of seven tracks on their side of the split here with Sangre De Idiotas
    Civilian Thrower's vocals are a tandem, wailing pair of high shrieks and gravelly low drags. They sound very similar to a possessed howler monkey armed with a blowtorch. 
    The drumwork has a calamitous precision to it. It switches up constantly, yet manages to juggle between multiple versions of fast sprints of steady snare strikes and even faster blast beat BPMs.  
    The guitarwork is tight loops that change tempo as much as the drums. Riffs have a kind of circular stammering signature style, as well as an unexpected punky bounce to them. Partnered with the drums, the guitar's flared style creates a punctuated syncopation within the songwriting. This is probably most overt in the track, "In Debt Welfare." 

    Sangre De Idiotas are a Slovakian drum and bass grindcore duo made up of members of Sangre De Cristo and Idiots Parade, so the band's name is as clever as it is pragmatic. Meeting Civilian Thrower on their level, Sangre De Idiotas are just as heavy, just as brutal, just as punishing. For a two-piece lacking a traditional guitar, Sangre De Idiotas are putting out an exceptional full sounding recording. Like I've said in recent reviews of drum and bass grindcore bands, the make-or-break is usually a balance between distortion and blast beat tempo. 
    Sangre De Idiotas are certainly not lacking in speed. The drumming is that European high energy, stop-and-go, popcorn snare that I love so much. It's incessant and blistering. 
    As for the bass, it finds a glorious line between enough distortion to cover the spread, as well as a clean audibleness that any grind bassist would be happy with in the studio. The bass tone itself is actually pretty gnarly. It's a tone that is teetering on a medium of growling aggression and bright springiness. 
    The band's vocals are fiery and low and very comparable to Civilian Thrower's. They are even-keeled barks of asphalt and rebar sung in-step with the bass' quick riffing. 
    Now, one of my favorite things about Sangre De Idiotas is their song titles. Their song titles are the length of the songs. As in, if the song is thirty-five seconds long then the name of that song is, "00.35." And I believe this is on all their releases throughout their entire discography. It certainly makes their Bandcamp page look exceptionally uniformed. However, this begs the question: what if there are two or more songs that end up being the same length? Which is which? Does the band purposely write each new additional song to be a new and unused duration of time? I mean, the confusion of a live setlist boggles the mind. Yet, Sangre De Idiotas make it work somehow. Although, I remember the setlists in my last band were chock-full of silly practice space nicknames and I don't think half of us knew the songs' actual titles. Perhaps Sangre De Idiotas have a tracklist of shorthand monikers that we are unaware of. 

    The seven inch split was co-released by grindcore benefactors: Nihilocus RecordsHere And Now! Records, Psychocontrol Records, and SSGC Records, who actually submitted this split for review, (obviously a couple of years ago at this point.) Since then, both bands have been fairly industrious. Civilian Thrower has released eight splits since 2023, five of which were released just this year. Likewise, Sangre De Idiotas released a full-length and a split with Morbid Angel Dust in 2025. 
    As far as split mates, Civilian Thrower and Sangre De Idiotas are about as compatible as you can get. Both bands embody that crushing and ferocious style of grindcore: a burly mix, unrelenting blast beats, and antagonistic songwriting. Both bands play the same straightforward, charging form of grindcore, yet each band takes a different path to get there, and each band puts their own distinct style and spin on it. The mix on both sides of the split is a good quality and leans more towards a competent professionalism instead of a rougher, more down and dirty mix that the record could easily have had. This is the kind of record that goes down real easy and has a high replayability.


FFO: Nak'ay, PLF, Deliriant Nerve








Thursday, November 27, 2025

Bien Hecho: Deadly - "Luto" EP Review


    Deadly are a grindcore band from the riverside city of Posadas, Argentina. Formed in 2001, under the shadow of a fifty-foot-tall stainless steel statue of governor and military leader, Andrés Guaçurarí, Deadly initially started out as a crust punk band rather than a typical grindcore band. That same year the band released their first demo under the moniker Deadly Noise Crew, entitled Crust Village. It would be another twelve years before the band released their second demo, Seis Cortes Para Mirar Hacia Adentro, in 2013. Two years later the band released their first official EP with 2015's, Todos Los Colores Van Al Negro, and debuted their current, concise version of the band's name.
    My first introduction to Deadly was their 2020 EP, El Abismo De La Desidia. The melancholic grindcore four-song concept EP, which reminded me of a mix between Nashgul and Rotten Sound, showed a definite progression in sound from their earlier demos. To that point, the band's 2023 EP, El Reflejo De La Peste—a collection of mostly live studio recordings from 2020 and 2021—evoked more of a punky, Ratos de Porão vibe. 

    2025's Luto is the latest EP in Deadly's diverse discography and certainly marks a high point for the band. Luto also marks the first instance of the band as an official quintet. In the earliest incarnations of the band Deadly/Deadly Noise Crew operated as a four-piece. Later, the band solidified a steadfast core of musicians in guitarist Adrian, drummer and vocalist Mateo, and lead vocalist and sole original member Tory. This lineup made up the bulk of the band's discography over the last decade. Luto saw the band adding bassist Manuela and second guitarist Sepu. I think their contribution to the EP can't be overlooked. 
    Deadly's songwriting has an emphasis on competent guitarwork and heavy riffing. The guitar, as well as the song composition, has always had a tangible grasp on the band's strong crust punk roots, which might have lent towards a tendency of riff repetitiveness. Luto streamlines its songs by essentially cutting them in half compared to past releases, as well as really utilizing the lead guitar. The leads are a grinding buzzsaw that revs right through the middle of the tracks and adds a much needed depth that was definitely not there in the beginning. You can still hear the fundamentals of the band's signature songwriting, yet the songs are condensed in a way that keeps things from stagnating. Likewise, Luto is a mere four songs in just over four minutes, but manages to include some heavy groove metal, intense blasting, and crusty grind epicness. It's a release that could take its place alongside current contemporaries like Belgium's BarrenLuto embodies both that Scandinavian grind style that has become so popular, as well as the South American love of punk and thrash. 

    While making my way through the band's back catalogue, I remember thinking that each subsequent release was a step towards something that might have been missing on prior releases. Whether it was something in the writing or something in the instrumentation, I feel like the band was missing a component that might have been necessary to help launch them out of the Bandcamp page and onto the global stage. I think releases like Luto and El Abismo De La Desidia are certainly wide steps towards that goal.    
    Deadly has whittled down the two decades of punk and metal they have amassed together from those early demos until those later EPs and focused it into a concise and palatable EP in Luto. Songs are shorter, faster, and singularly focused. 
    Luto, as a record, is mixed and mastered extremely well. It's clean, sharp, and well-balanced. The newly included second guitar and bass are well-represented and clearly audible. Deadly have found a path and lineup that I think supports the band's growth. The EP's polished grind sound, pillared upon a foundation of experience and musicianship, has led to the band's best output to date.

 
FFO: Barren, Rotten Sound, Fading Trail 

Friday, October 31, 2025

A Room With A View: Snagg - "Inside Looking Out" Cassette Review


  • Hal·low·een /ˌhaləˈwēn,ˌhäləˈwēn/ noun - the night of October 31, the eve of All Saints' Day, commonly celebrated by children who dress in costume and go door-to-door asking for candy.
  • shoe·horn /ˈSHo͞oˌ(h)ôrn/ verb - force into an inadequate space.

    My hometown of Arlington, Texas had an urban legend known as the Arkansas House. If that sentence seems geographically confusing, just know that it's in reference to a street called Arkansas Lane and not a neighboring state. The house sat far back from the street and was obscured from view by a mass of trees and shrubbery. The property was actually positioned above the sidewalk, on top of a concrete wall. I even heard a rumor that the street was actually lowered to further hide the house from public view, but I suspect that information is just as dodgy as the rest of the stories involving the location.
    The majority of the stories revolved around the mentally ill or deranged son of a couple who lived in the house who murdered his parents. Another story was similar, but instead told about a butcher who slaughtered his family and stored them in a basement freezer. Real 'Burbs type shit.
    When I was in high school the house was infamous among the local teenage populace who regularly trespassed on the property for cheap thrills, and who regularly got busted by the cops. 
    The first time my friends and I went there it was a scene straight out of your stereotypical horror movie. It was a blue, moonlit night and we parked our car a street over and walked down to the property. We had to cross over what looked like a downed telephone pole that I guess was supposed to be a barrier of some kind. What I assumed was the gravel driveway was a serpentine, overgrown trail that cut through a small wilderness. We were first greeted with a cliché, yet still creepy disemboweled stuffed animal in the middle of the path. When we arrived at the house it was everything that you would expect of a home with with the aforementioned notoriety. Apart from the moonlight ominously illuminating a second story window, the house was unsettlingly dark. It was the kind of dark a house completely void of electricity and removed from street lights would be. In front of the house was the token dead tree with its twisted branches. The whole facade looked like a vintage Halloween die-cut that adorned the wood paneled walls of my 1980's childhood.
    So with this visage looming before us and the story of the familicidal butcher at the forefront of our minds, my friends and I heard a series of loud bangs—or perhaps chops! Chops like that of a murderous meat cleaver on a blood soaked wooden block. Well, I happened to be in the lead of our small intrepid group and at the sound of these "chops" I turned to confer with my friends only to see that they had fled in terror. It was literally like a Scooby-Doo cartoon where all that was left of them were dissipating clouds of dust in the shape of their bodies and the distant sounds of sneakers on gravel. I had been abandoned to meet my end via murder-by-ghost, so I naturally ran as well. 
    As the more practical among you might have guessed, those bangs were not the residual sounds of a long ago suburban tragedy. They were, in fact, the fireworks from the nearby Arlington baseball stadium. Apparently when the Texas Rangers would get a home run the stadium would let off a series of celebratory firework volleys. 
    We had a good scare and thankfully avoided law enforcement that night. We went back a few more times and explored the house in depth, but never had a fright quite like that first time. The last time I went to the house was probably fifteen years ago. I took my brother there on Halloween just to see if it was still there. We arrived in the morning only to find the house completely gone. All that was left were the varying tiled floors of all the different rooms and a vandalized basement full of spray painted pentagrams. It remains the only house in Texas that I've seen with a basement. Perhaps this architectural anomaly was the genesis of the house's lore. 

    What does this story have to do with grindcore or the band Snagg? Well, nothing, really. Texas, maybe? It's hard to theme a holiday episode around grindcore reviews. It's a genre that doesn't lend itself well to spine tingles and scary tales. However, there is a reason why most Texas horror movies take place under the sun. The hot, stifling weather is a monster in its own right. Everything within the environment is heat-cracked and sunbleached, warped and deranged, feral and ravenous. 
    Houston, Texas' Snagg and their low-fi, Texas-fried brand of brutal grind-violence is just the fit for my spoonfed horror film metaphor. Snagg's sound isn't that California high-and-tight style of grind-violence. The band's brand of grind is a noisey, stop-and-go mix of throwback powerviolence and brutal Gulf Coast grindcore. There might even be a little goregrind spattered on it if you let that South Texas sun hit it just right. Their sound definitely evokes the more grimy of the B horror movies, if we are keeping with the same theatrical thematic trope. 

    Snagg's 2023 album, Inside Looking Out, and its fuzzy spider-legged noise and distant analog mix are just as distorted as the Texas heat, just as grainy as the sixteen millimeter film stock of our fright flick, just as sick as the eyeball mutilating scene from the Japanese film Splatter: Naked Blood that is Xeroxed on the album's cover. In the introduction to the opening track, "Hypnocil," (the name of a fictional sleep medication from the A Nightmare on Elm Street franchise) Snagg introduces a raw grindhouse grit, complete with the cracks and pops of the vinyl effects that give way to the smatterings of movie sound clips.

    Snagg's instrumental lineup merely consists of a bass and drum kit. So in lieu of a guitar there is only a bonfire of ambiguous white noise chaos blaring from a growling bassline that sits at the subterranean core of each song. It's sort of reminiscent of noise-grind albums like Insect Warfare's self-titled pink pressed vinyl, only with more structure, and intention, and actual riffs. 
    In my opinion, drum and bass power violence/grindcore bands can be hit and miss. When they do work it tends to be thanks in large part to A) the speed of the drums and B) the distortion of the bass guitar. 
    The drums are fast and ballistic and are the main reason that a hint of goregrind flavoring hits my lips. The band reminds me of a power violence version of Sulfuric Cautery. Mainly, the low-fi mix, the incessant pinging of that trash can snare drum, and the coarse gutturals that sound like rocks in a blender. However, the drums can be plodding, keeping with that Crossed Out style of power violence. 
     The fiery distortion of the bass guitar really fills out the sound—especially in the more frenetic playing. Meanwhile, the core bass sound is more obvious in the slower paced portions. There is a subconscious ambiguity at work when listening to Inside Looking Out. You can almost hear the differentiation between the bass and where the standard electric guitar would be. You can perhaps hear a bassline as a solo and then hear that same bass and know that it is acting as both guitar and bass within a full band. 

    Inside Looking Out is an exploitative, celluloid torn, washed-out, bloodbath of a slasher flick by way of a grindcore album. The bass and drum lineup is not an impediment, but a barbaric and savage strength. Snagg are able to balance the heft of grindcore, yet wield the sporadicness of power violence. 
They're a perfect example of a more down and dirty version of grind-violence. The band also seems to be fully aware of what they are and completely embrace the low-fi and noisey temperament of it. I'm fairly sure their 2022 CD, Play Faster was the band's initial review submission, but I enjoyed Inside Looking Out much more. 

    Inside Looking Out could be the barbarous soundtrack to a cross-cut scene of Leatherface chasing Sally through a tangle of brambles throughout the rural Texas night. The mid-paced footfalls against the fast-paced chainsaw couldn't be more grind-violence. We, the listener, could envision ourselves running right along poor Sally. We might run and hide and run and hide, eventually hiding in a corner, attempting to catch our panicking breath and stifle our sobs. In our periphery, we would hear the chainsaw idle and then cut out with a rattling gurgle. Our heartbeat would race through our veins as the cacophony of environmental insect chatter engulfed our senses. Did we possibly hear a twig snap to our left? Maybe a shuffle of leaves to our right? Then... VROOM!!! The raging, whirling, and buzzing comes screaming out of the darkness, roaring towards our terrified faces! That, and the album also kind of sounds like you dropped your cell phone in the toilet and now there's water in that little speaker hole.


FFO: Pizza Hi-Five, Sordo, Sea Of Shit

Listen to the album: 

The Arkansas House basement.

Monday, September 15, 2025

Scene Report: The First Annual Texas Grind Fest


"Brenda"
    Growl is a combination record store and comic book shop situated in a small strip mall on East Abrams Street in Arlington, Texas. This retail establishment is a subsidiary of the Division Brewing Company, which operates an eatery serving pizza and burgers right next door. In the back, a nondescript garage houses the brewery's modest collection of boilers, barrels, and a bar. Both Growl and Division Brewing share a concrete courtyard with picnic tables, large cable spool tables, and a lighted canopy, providing a secluded outdoor seating area.
    The first time I went to Growl was on a scouting mission with my good friend Natalie (formerly of Wildspeaker, currently of BadxMouth) back in March of 2018. We heard shows were being booked there—and not just shows, but punk shows—so we went to size up the promising new venue. We were met with an empty linoleum floor, a large storefront window, and a heavily graffitied female mannequin in a wheelchair with a bandolier of bullets, a hook hand, named "Brenda." It was literally that hardcore meme of Michael and Daryl from The Office of them looking at a wooden pallet on the floor as a stage. Perfect.

    Now, some six or seven years later, Growl has become one of the unofficial homes for the local Dallas-Fort Worth nomadic grind scene and touring genre acts. This is largely thanks to Irving Lopez (Cognizant, Trucido, Real Life Ugly, Anomalous Mind Engineering) and other like-minded promoters. The DFW grindcore scene, pre-pandemic, was a modest and honed tribe. Post-pandemic, the scene has bolstered its numbers with an influx of a new generation of grind youths, as well as a fresh overflow from the punk, hardcore, and metal communities.

    I have often playfully, yet in all sincerity, referred to Irving Lopez as the hardest-working man in grind. He's currently in enough bands to fill a show bill on their own, works a full-time day job, is a devout family man, and chances are you own at least one—in most cases, several—records that have his name in the technical liner notes.
    Through his bands and his recording and sound engineering, Irving has been fortunate enough to tour outside of Texas and the United States, meet a lot of different bands and people, and see numerous grindcore scenes at work. This year, Irving has decided to show the grindcore fans of his hometown some of what he's experienced on the road. "Dallas needs to hear how different scenes interpret this music, whether it's L.A.'s grind-violence, Chicago's goregrind, New York's tech-grind." states Irving in a social media announcement. 

Irving Lopez
    The Texas Grind Fest is Irving's way of sharing that extended community with the North Texas Metroplex.
"Houston and Dallas are very much into hardcore. So what we're trying to do here, we're trying to make an expansion to a grindcore family." 
    With the help of DFW punk and grind stalwarts—Will Colley, Jay Gutierrez, and Jakob BarronIrving has not only aimed to bring some of the top national and international grindcore acts to Dallas, but also put Dallas, Texas on the world map as a more than decent place to stop when bands tour the south. "This is just the start. After laying the foundation with U.S. acts, the goal is to bring international grind acts to Dallas next year." promises Irving
    Irving also hopes the Texas Grind Fest will put focus on the health of the Dallas grindcore scene as a whole. He believes positivity, respect, and crowd inclusivity are not only the keys to keeping The Metroplex grind community fun and thriving, but also the keys to establishing and sustaining a successful annual ongoing music festival. In the past, Dallas has had some grindcore music festivals that eventually turned rancid due to sketchy and abusive promoters that left the bands feeling taken advantage of, as well as leaving the fans with a bad taste in their mouths. Irving's goal is to restore faith in the scene and make sure that the infrastructure is there to accommodate touring bands. All bands get paid and are put up, or as he puts it, "Too many times people get burned by empty promises in the scene. We're doing the opposite: putting every dollar back into bands, the venue, and the people who make it happen. If you're part of this, you're family."  

Stefan González
    Part of that Dallas grindcore family is Texas Grind Fest 2025 honorary Master of Ceremonies, Stefan González, widely known for his bands, Akkolyte, Orgullo Primitivo, and Imperial SlaughterStefan is a renowned jazz drummer, a local grindcore legend in Dallas, and is one of the most kind and generous people I've ever met. I've probably known Stefan over fifteen years or so. Even with legend status, Stefan always supported my fledgling bands or helped us fill a bill for a show. Their frequent Outward Bound Mixtape events showcased an eclectic array of music from the Dallas underground. Stefan was responsible for laying down a lot of roots for the scene in the late 90's and early 2000's, including bringing in bands from outside the state and the country. (I recall a very specific Magrudergrind and Unholy Grave show in a Fort Worth strip mall.) "When I was first coming up here, Stefan was bringing bands, obscure bands, from around the world: Japan, France, Europe," Irving says about Stefan. He adds, "And I hope to keep going."

Bryan Fajardo
    Saturday afternoon, the sixth of September, I walked into the calm, yet active, sunbathed courtyard between Growl Records and Division Brewing. At the entrance was a merch table selling entry tickets as well as official Texas Grind Fest posters, T-shirts and event card lanyards that read "Tx Grind Fest Survivor." (I myself was presented with a "Press/Media" lanyard. Days later, my girlfriend made fun of me because I was still so genuinely grateful and touched by the badge.) The courtyard was flanked on either side by vendors. Fold out tables and canopies featured art prints, clothing, patches, pins, jewelry, skateboards, free Narcan, and even oddities. In the center—backed against a tall, staggered, large planked wooden fence—was a platform stage. On either side of the stage the bands made camp on wooden picnic tables that displayed the usual spread of tour shirts, records, stickers, and patches. Hung on the fence, stage right, was a large professionally printed vinyl banner with a list of bands and the duration of their set times. This banner was pure genius and invaluable to someone in my position. The official Texas Grind Fest 2025 lineup included: Puppy Mill (TX), Dried Remains (TX), Winona Grinder (TX), Hematochezia (TX), Cognizant (TX), Cryptic Void (TX), Triage (TX), Shock Withdrawal (CA), Trucidio (TX), Slab (LA), Pavel Chekov (TX/Canada), Moisturizer (RI), Shitbrains (CA), Impulse Noise (WA), Morgue Breath (CA), Organ Failure (IL), Noisy Neighbors (TX), Terminal Lucidity (TX).
    The festival set times were scheduled to trade-off between Growl's aforementioned indoor linoleum floor stage and the outdoor elevated stage. The staggered timetable would essentially have one band playing, while the next band would be setting up. This system worked so efficiently that the festival would eventually be ahead by almost an hour. 


    Just after 2:30 PM the fest began in earnest with the initial sets being made up of some talented up-and-coming DFW local support. 
    Now, I can assure you that I took my Press/Media credentials very seriously and took photos, video, and notes on every band and every set. Yet, after Googling, "How do you write a music festival article?" I was informed that talking about each and every band might come off as "tedious" and "boring" for the reader. Several articles insisted that I stick to the highlights. So here's my attempt to corral most of my personal "highlights."

Cryptic Void inside
Growl Records
    Houston's Cryptic Void put on a hell of a set on the Growl floor. Their acclaimed all-star death-grind is why Texas' Gulf Coast remains hallowed ground for grindcore. I always love seeing the band and feel lucky that it's often in such an intimate setting.
    Immediately after Cryptic Void, Triage took the outside stage for their amazing set. I had never seen Triage live before, so I was excited when they were announced for the gig. Having been a big Kill The Client fan during their long tenure, I was stoked to see the next evolution of what could be argued as fundamentally the same band, now featuring Knife Kult bassist and all-around nice guy, Travis Tompkins. Vocalist Champ Morgan (Kill The Client, BLK OPS) was as
Triage Featuring
Mitchell Luna
imposing a frontman as ever. He took time out of the band's set to disparage the likes of ICE and DOGE, warning the crowd that times are coming where simply cheering might not be enough and it might be time to "stand up or get the fuck out of the way." Mitchell Luna of Shock Withdrawal and Maruta fame joined Champ on stage for vocals on one song in what seemed like a rare moment. The set also marked the second of three sets that Bryan Fajardo (Trucido, Noisear, Kill The Client, Gridlink, PLF, Cognizant) would be drumming in at Texas Grind Fest.

    
Speaking of Shock Withdrawal
, they were another band that I was eager to see perform. I really liked Maruta back in the day and I was pleased to see Mitchell Luna behind the mic again. They put on an extremely tight set that I thought was criminally under-attended, but I was grateful to see them. At the end of the night I forgot to get a T-shirt from the band and it legitimately makes me sad whenever I think about it. 
Pavel Chekov
 
   A band that I never thought I would see again were my old friends in Pavel Chekov. The band and their vintage communist/Star Trek themed "warp-core" grind only play sporadically nowadays after drummer, Alan Dailey moved from Texas to Canada. Pavel Chekov and my last band came up together years ago and played a lot of shows throughout The Metroplex. They are good dudes and are the best at what they do. I was, however, pleasantly surprised how tight they were given the massive international distance. And it looks like there is more Pavel in the public's future, as their Canadian tour with Endless Swarm starts later this month. 

Shitbrains
    As the sun set in the western sky and the moon rose in the east, what could possibly be the band I was most looking forward to out of the entire fest started soundcheck on the stage. Shitbrains is one of my favorite bands. I unfortunately missed the band when they were here a few months back. Thankfully I was fortunate enough to be given another chance. The Californian couple's playful set of stop-and-go grindcore was nothing short of an aural treat. If there were a blast beat flavored ice cream, it would be called Shitbrains
    Like so many other musicians on the day, Shitbrains' Emi Tamura played double set duty with her other band from Los Angeles, Morgue Breath. The band was another bucket list band that I didn't think I would ever see. Back dropped by a night sky of light pollution and framed by passing plumes of marijuana smoke, Morgue Breath put on a brutal, albeit, bubbly show.

    Finally, San Antonio's own, Noisy Neighbors managed to give possibly the most entertaining set of the evening. Part grindcore set, part stand-up act, part vaudeville routine, Noisy Neighbors brought both the laughs and the blasts. Sardonic cover songs, comically flippant crowd participation, and exaggerated bravado punctuated some of the best and heaviest grindcore in the state. And yes, there were Skittles. 

Impulse Noise

    As for Growl and Division Brewing, they continue to foster a symbiotic relationship with the DFW grindcore scene. The whole plan of getting bigger or foreign bands out here is reliant on accommodating venues willing to work with promoters. While most venues wouldn't necessarily want punk or grindcore shows—which admittedly can get pretty rowdy—Growl and Division Brewing have embraced these fervent subcultures. Division Brewing even went as far as making an exclusive beer for Texas Grind Fest 2025Blast Brau Blonde.


The Division Brewing Company bar

    I will say that this was possibly the best grindcore show I've attended in recent memory. I don't think I'm alone in this sentiment, as the Texas Grind Fest social media is still being tagged in videos and photos a week later from fans expressing their thankfulness towards the fest and the bands. 
    Irving's quest for positivity and love in the grind scene seems to be taking root. I was personally overjoyed to see old friends from the before times, as well as members of bands I used to play with—not to mention the current bands I was keen to see perform on stage. While Texas Grind Fest 2025 was nothing wholly new, it was a much-welcomed shot in the arm for grindcore fans in The Metroplex. Irving noticed an opportunity to do something bigger, stating with a humble shrug, "Somebody had to do it".


    So, why is Texas Grind Fest so important? After almost a decade since Dallas's last repeating grind or grind adjacent music festival, Irving and company are steadily sowing the seeds for what promises to be a far reaching, well organized annual festival based on solidarity, positivity, and community. While the crowd might not be strictly puritanical "grind freaks," as Irving calls us, the bands will be, and that's vital.
    The Dallas-Fort Worth grind scene isn't defined solely by Irving and Texas Grind Fest; shows are happening all the time. The circle pits of scrawny elbows and stretched-out T-shirt necks that I witnessed prove that DFW's younger generation and newer bands are giving the scene a fresh breath of life. While out-of-state and international bands do occasionally come through, this fest might provide a foundation for much more. By nurturing the local Dallas grindcore scene, Texas Grind Fest can only hope to improve itself in the years to come.





Helpful links:
For The Love Of Grind/Texas Grind Festhttps://www.instagram.com/fortheloveofgrind/
Division Brewinghttps://divisionbrewing.com/
Dried Remains: https: //www.instagram.com/driedremains/ 
Texas Grindcore Obliteration Compilation Album (Doom Records):
 




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