Cara Neir - Stagnant Perceptions

written by Mark R. Upson

Somewhere, in the dead of night and dark of basement, there is a scene police detective, hard at work, calling bullshit on anything he/she perceives to be hipster bullshit. Right now, he/she has preemptively called in enforcement's from the anti-cascadian task force and the FTT (Far To Technical) tactical division. They are plotting to take Cara Neir down where they stand, as terrorists to the norm. But they have underestimated Cara Neir's position within the Matrix and failed to send corpsepainted agents. Cara Neir have already penetrated the system. They will find you if you don't find them. Its the music that drives them. It is the music that brought them here.

Grime - S/T

Yes. Fuck Yes. Like an unholy pairing of Grief and the Abominable Iron Sloth. Together, they form the hideous, shrieking, balls-swinging-like-a-motherfucker, murderous beast that is Grime. Grime despises the human race. And the sun. Always the sun. Hiding, ready to rape and kill at a moments notice (They need a label).

Grime is a, scratch that, the Sludge band from Triste, Italy. It is composed of Chris on pounding massive drums, Lorenzo on distorted heavy, heavy guitar, Paulo holding down the core with his immense bass and, of course, Marco on gargling-on-glass-and-chewing-tobacco vocals and backing guitars. It can not be underestimated how well they work in tandem. And the songs, the songs.

With the first song, "The Journey," Grime heaves a wrecking ball riff, relentlessly assaulting your neck, causing violent, lurching headbanging. You will not escape. Nor will you want to. Life is shit. We are shit. Embrace it. Love it. Beat the fuck out of it.