Wednesday, December 12, 2007

THE EXELAR

You may well have expected folks from bands like Murdoch and I, Robot to have hung up their screamo sixshooters and traipsed down some mellower musical route like many of their peers, but the Exelar are refreshingly caustic, coming at you with eyes blazing and fangs bared, scrabbling through these six songs much like a rangier version of Takaru or a less weepy Spirit of Versailles. Each one’s a manic blast of scruffy emo-hardcore, chock-full of noisy bangs, scrapes and tumbles that barely keep themselves together for long enough to kick you in the teeth. The experience is a jarring, nerve-shredding one, suggesting a band that’s not just baying for blood but using any means at their disposal to get it. *

Vinyl rip.

* Taken from Collective-zine review