Superbuick - Superbuick
Record Label: Motherbox Records
Release Date: November 24, 2008
Wall to wall catatonic blasts, volcanic shudders, and shrilly cacophonies line Superbuick's self-titled album simulating a band of marauders on a mission. Produced by Superbuick, the album has rounds of rabble-rousing guitar shreds by Bruce Ewell and James Futty clamoring voraciously over levees of screamo vocals from lead singer James Williams. A barrage of sledgehammer pellets from drummer Steve Ewell and bassist Jon Yankowy intensify the disorder and dissonance as bulging swells and erratic chords erupt into a continuous stream of mayhem. Anger and venomous flames spew from the vocals with no restrictions, and the guitar cleats shear with the sharpness of a chainsaw.
A union of punk throttles and thrash metal pistons make "Kill Me" one track that stands above the frazzled cuts, ear-piercing drills, and frayed lines of the rest of the album. The words "I don't know what to do girl / I just can't let it all be gone / It's all about where we've been / And I don't know what to do little girl / But I really love you baby" from "I Confess" move through a field of guitar shreds sparring wildly. The reverberating avalanche of thunderous sounds emitting from the instruments act as a catalyst prodding each other's rage and ramming anger into greater depths. The razor-like slices are formidable and merciless making the punk-induced striations and friction burns of "Skater to the Grave" char to a blazing inferno.
Superbuick take several bites of skateboard stylized punk and thrash metal making their self-titled release one that should have a skull and crossbones warning on its cover. Their music has the chaotic rage of The Red Chord and violent anguish of Dillinger Escape. These songs show life to be a cesspool of agony and nothing about it offers an opportunity to change its direction.
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