Till you drop

There are a lot of things for which you can praise the Canadian noise rock formation Metz, must necessarily mention it but also the design concept of their previous two albums, with which obviously will be paid homage to the utterly unproductive idleness. Whether their reasons remain with the head on the pile of files or slumped on a park bench total exhaustion, uncertain. This condition could adjust to quite after attending a concert of the trio, who she has seen on stage, who knows that they will present there the exact opposite of photo opportunities: wild, jump tremendous energy then creates space, Alex Edkins, Chris Slorach and Hayden Menzies remain the audience really owe nothing. And fortunately they can translate this brute force on the preserve. Edkins recently stated: A lot of things in everyday life drive me crazy: how we relate to eachother, how politics, media, technology, money and medication influence our lives. This band, in a lot of ways, is an outlet. Yes, the boy must be mighty angry. Because of the pressure that whistles through this valve to the outside is unabated loud, raw and uncompromising. Pieces such as acetates, Spit You Out or Landfill are far from wishing to sound complacent and thus fit in nicely with another quote: This is how we are: We are not going to clean up our sound. We are not going to hire a big producer. We are not going to try to write a radio song. In less than thirty minutes so all the varieties of crash are thoroughly declined, sometimes tinny, sometimes tired, sometimes a milling, then a rusty squeak, the coated and branches and do not want to calm down. Well so there may come the III. mapambulo: blog