As powerful as Shea Weber's slapshot
This
trio from Nashville is fucking insane. I've seen them live recently
in Montréal when
they toured with Magrudergrind and while I was familiar with this
album beforehand, I really was flabbergasted
with their stage presence. I've been spinning their debut full length
since then and it's a marvelous tour de force full of turns and
crossovers.
Their
genre on the Archives doesn't come close to how vast their sound is
but it's also difficult to pinpoint it effectively. Simply
by looking at the three dudes, you could think that there's no
cohesion to be found here but you'd be wrong. Their bassist was
wearing an Aura Noir shirt and looked metal as fuck, their guitarist
looked like he could play in Car Seat Headrest and their drummer
would fit right at home at a Grateful Dead community worshiping
acid. For some reason, the
three dudes combined together simply works
like a charm.
Sure,
there's grind here but there's a lot of other
stuff like mathcore, death metal, experimental and a big dose of
sludge. It's almost like a southern appropriation of the US East
Coast's hipsterism. In some ways, they're
Tennessee's chaotic
answer to Krallice or to early Mastodon,
they have those odd rhythms while keeping the heaviness as an
integral part of their identity. While
there's an interesting variety of tempos, all of supreme quality, you
never get lost with Yautja. They're taking you places that you wasn't
quite sure were real. From the grind might of
"Blinders" to the weird epic sludge of "Faith
Resigned"(a song that sounds like Crowbar who suddenly became a
forward thinking band), it's as a varied as you'll get for a
grindcore band. They do feel like slowing
things down quite often and it adds to the immense weight of the
album, a song like "(Path to the Ground)" just messes
around with a slow grind riff for ninety seconds but it doesn't
affect the pace of Songs of Descent at
all. The
bass is thick and loud and the guitars are super
interesting with
the way it alternates between a super fast and crushing sound. Tyler
Coburn has to be one of the best drummers I've ever seen live, the
moustachioed
gentleman is a beast on the kit. He's good at everything and also
alternates between the blastbeats and a more traditional style.
Supremely good musicianship.
Yautja
is the name of the alien species in the Predator series and
Nashville's NHL team is named... the Predators, not a coincidence!
Like the invisible master hunter, the
trio kills you with a combination of
intelligence and pure
aggression.