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"What do you want to know about rock 'n' roll that rock 'n' roll can't teach you, or hasn't already? That it's loud? That there are jackhammering guitars, death-defying bass, hollering vocals and drumming so hard and fast it could induce a heart attack? The full measure of cans-to-the-wall rock music is what Call of the Wild's debut Leave Your Leather On is all about. Guitarist Johnny Coolati, bassist Max Peebles and drummer Allison Busch (ex-Awesome Color, ex-Violent Ramp) are out to knock you on your ass with high-volume, relentless metallic rock 'n' roll, party anthems for that lease breaking session you've got lined up. Songs like 'Choked Out,' 'Breaking Shit' and 'NY Ripper' were designed to ensure you're never gonna get your security deposit back." Includes download code.
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"Hailing from Oakland, California is Wild Hunt, a metal band poised for the release of their debut full-length album, Before the Plane of Angles. This conceptual piece offers up a wide musical spectrum, intuitively blending a number of metal sub-genres with elusive, sonic textural overlays. Unconventional song structure and the 'continuous mix' format are an invitation to the album's epic journey of altered-states. Within the album Before the Plane of Angles, melodic dual-guitar lines, blast beat drumming, and twisted, cathartic vocalizations lead the charge, galvanizing into vocal choral movements of harmonic breadth and intensity. Bringing innovation and integrity with this release, Wild Hunt have plenty more fuel in the tank to explore new realms far into the future."
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KEM 127LP
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"Futur Skullz is a band from San Francisco, CA. They are old dudes. They play metal that is punk. They are allegedly unimpressed with the following: pants, bands, money, mohawks, leather, spikes, weed wizards, marijuana wolves, muscle cars, chops, cred, music, life. They wish they sounded like Anti Cimex crossed with Whiplash, but in reality they probably sound more like Bad Brains and Metallica. But they rule and crush everything.They recorded a record in 2009 with Phil Manley at Lucky Cat in SF. On this record, the band consists of Josh Smith on guitar (ex- Weakling, Fucking Champs), Chris Newsom on bass and Vvcals (ex- Face Down in Shit, Uwharria) and Christian Gonzales on drums (ex- Gargantula)." Hand-numbered edition of 500 copies; includes download code.
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KEM 129LP
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"Inspired by 'old power amps, planets, and painkillers,' Moab honors the bombastic vibes of '70s rock -- the era where bands could cloak themselves in mystery and mysticism, even whilst rocking the faces off stadiums full of fans. Yet theirs is not just a retro trip. Moab is its own beast whose rock transcends time and trends. The melodies on songs like 'So On,' 'Sated,' and 'Unbeknownst' -- led by Andrew Giacumakis' astonishing vocals -- haunt the mind for days and put Moab in league with modern-day titans like Queens of the Stone Age. Though allied with Southern California peers like Ancestors, Earthless, and Black Cobra, Moab is its own unusual entity, doing things its own way. Amazingly, Ab Ovo was recorded almost entirely by the band members themselves at their own LA practice space (with the exception of 'Dimensioner,' recorded by Mathias Schneeberger, known for his work with Saint Vitus, The Obsessed, and Electric Wizard.) Warm and rich, heavy and crystalline, the album is a treat for the ears and a startling debut." Hand-numbered edition of 500; includes download code.
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KEM 125LP
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"You'll need a HAZMAT suit to withstand the filth pouring out of the smokestacks of Melbourne, Australia's Zond, five figures playing in dense fog with mountainous hooks, hazy vocals and thunderous rhythms. Nearly obliterated by noise, the elements of black metal, shoe gaze, doom and epic rock collide with such force that it'll take tow truck tug-of-war to get them untangled and move onto the dental records of the ground-up souls within. Form collapses, then surges back up in defiance as Zond aims for the dirt and shoots lower, gigantic guitar statements eating dust like a spectral punishment for centuries of bad deeds gone unpunished. Brief moments of heroism ('Stupid Gods') rise up around and choke them off in a grey sea of excess. Now amplify these sentiments 100x and you've got what might be the loudest, most manic release in Kemado's history. No lead, no follow, and no get out of the way -- this music is made to paste anyone who gets near it." Metallic silver print sleeve & insert with download card; hand-numbered edition of 500.
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