By: Big Flowers
I am attempting to write this article while only listening to this EP one time through, which is challenging due to its just over 5 minute run time. This record is everything anger is supposed to be. It’s like chewing metal, not tinfoil but f***ing steel, not because you want to but because you know you have to every once in a while. This album came out early in 2013, East Beast’s first and only album, in a very peak pocket of hardcore music in the new century. I don’t buy vinyl, but I have this record. It’s special. It surpasses everything considered metal that was released before it, it surpasses everything metal that I have heard since. The angst, tension, raw power and hatred seeps through every second. No song section ever lasts long enough for you to get your fill, but you know you couldn’t visit this album more than once in a while. The brutal, violent imagery is a fruit only to be picked at the very height of internal stress and tension, and in that arena, it is the most cathartic and visceral listen I have ever partaken in. With this album anger is washed from me, because I know someone else has been angrier than I am, and my anger seems invalid. I will never know what happened to cause people to want to make music this destruction inducing, but I thank them for enduring whatever it was, and allowing it to morph into this slaughterhouse of sonic contortion. Nothing about it is complex, nothing about it is neat, it is pure and saturated evil. Don’t tread lightly, but listen when it is time, and you will know when it is. 6/6 Best song: No Competition