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Superbuick
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Label: Motherbox

Großspurig, ausladend, schwermetallisch und kräftig ? Alles Beschreibungen die auf die Automarke Buick zutreffen. Ergo meint SUPERBUICK die Quadratur genannter Attribute. Riesenspurig, überaus- ladend, schwerstmetallisch und anabolisch? Die Libido dieser Scheibe kann sich getrost mit der von Oberabfuck- Helden wie THE BRONX, GLUECIFER (R.I.P.), CLUTCH und ADAM WEST messen lassen.
Die prolligen Noten haben die Mitglieder dieser dicke- Eier- Formation aus ihren Vorgängerbands übernommen und in phallische Guseisenformen gebracht. Die Rhythmussektion befächert ein wildes Feuer, gleich unter den Ärschen von Bruce und James. Die Gitarristen bestechen mit ausnahmslos zugig gespielten, Soli- lobotomierten Riffs und veranlassen Sänger Jon mit aller Kraft markige Phrasen hinaus zu prusten. Songtitel wie ?Day To Day?, ?I Confess?, ?Woody? und ?Skater To Grave? sprechen auch hinsichtlich etwaiger Lebensentwürfe eine deutliche Sprache. Wer also auf High- Energy- Punk ..N Roll steht und mit Selbstkult und verzerrtem Bombast etwas anzufangen weiß sollte definitiv mal ein Ohr riskieren.
(From allschools.de)

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.
(From absolutepunk.net)
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.
(From absolutepunk.net)
 

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