Ghostlimb is back with a vendetta against pussified melodic hardcore! Just because you work melody into your music doesn't give you an excuse to take the piss out of it. Ghostlimbs shows kids what's up with 10 megaliters of piss'n'vinegar pulsing through rusted veins comprised of haunting melodies, gnashing riffs, tasty beats and throatshredding vocals. Absolutely essential for those of you who like hardcore.
The zen of noise is one not often explored by those with weak kung-fu. For those of you that frequent this blog, I assume your kung-fu is rather strong. Well in that case I think you should be able to ride the hip-swingin' sounds of 108 and their brash noise rock attack. The riffs rip, the vocals croon and crack, the drums pound at your temples like woodpeckers robotrippin' their beaks to goo. You know what I mean. Spark up, tune out and zip-line your mind straight into this rabid jungle of lovely jingles aimed at your inner housewife.
In anticipation for their upcoming release I've decided to throw this bastard up on here. A savage slab of sick sludge spewed slowly through your speakers. The suffocating ambiance, 2-ton riffs and Neurosis-style drummer really give this band their edge. They aren't afraid to draw tricks from the funeral doom coffin but don't exactly make it a dead give-away in their sound. Their sludge roots shine through tectonically huge riffing and shrieking vocals. Heavy.