Hammerhead
Ethereal Killer

THE REVIEW

How long has it been since I've had such a significant flu that it immobilizes me at 180°? Years, at least 3.

I flick the mouse wheel as if I had Faye Reagan or Britney Amber in front of me, or even a Cory Chase at this point.
I make up finding bands from Amphetamine, given the bodily trend that is arising in me these days, between atonality and intensely hard riffs, and you'll understand why above.

Hammerhead. Already when I feel like writing, I write little, when I don't feel like it, it's really lethal to find suitable words. I feel bad, the fever advancing and substance lying within my limbs.
Hammerhead, I was saying: Etherreal Killer is really an album that went completely unnoticed, considering its release in that 1992 in full alt-mania genesis. Outbursts à la Unsane, moans and liquidity of Jesus Lizard (Louse), but also a certain taste for the edgy wall of sound of Husker Du (Vegas Incident), Arcade period. But they also manage to incorporate those generously indulgent riffs from labelmates Helmet and Quicksand (Slumberyard).

The interesting thing is the punk concreteness, a truly well-coordinated trio that at times seems never to have left the post-hardcore '80s: Squirrel Bait, Bitch Magnet, and that something that could have existed between Minor Threat and Fugazi.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGo76oKCL9M