DEMOLITION - "THE CHAIR" CS

LULU'S:

Dunno what cavern this one was recording in, but it’s grim. Punishing, thuggish, heaving mass of slime-moulded boulder rolls towards ominous spiked chair of torture and sighs. DEMOLITION’s sound is steeped in the tradition of that power(ful)violence fast/slow mercury; messenger of dz old godz. I’ve long admired how rude it is that a simple triplet waltz (1-2-3, 1-2-3) can be turned into something so furious and ill. Demolition revel in it. More overtly metallic than the original Californian PV sound; 111% crushed bass “tone” weakening the knees, washed tremolo guitar reverbbberating through the halls of your sacred inner ear, drums chiselling away at your jawbone, and a ravening vulture voice picking away at what’s left of your sanity. I’m still astonished how much D.P. sounds like Sean from Cold Sweat when he throats the mic - it’s uncanny. And if you know Cold Sweat, you know their name feels so appropriate in large part due to the maddened musings on the mic. The Chair awaits. You’ve been warned.

TELEVISED SUICIDE: The real hard dark hardcore. Demolition, the name says it all.