HateBreed
The Rise Of Brutality

THE REVIEW

There is no time for ambient-instrumental wanderings, for reflective fooling around, and for mental masturbation of pseudo-cultured college kids capable of lifting only a couple of kilos of books and their own cock to pee, who have never worked a day in their lives or been out on the streets facing one of the toughest and most frightening enemies: reality. What we have before us are 4 extremely angry pitbulls of the "best" breed, perfectly forged on the streets and ready to bite us right in the face and never let go. Hard-Core new school, of New York origin: nothing to do with post-core labels or bands and the like, just a desire to thrash and "grind" everything in the most raw and instinctive way possible. Without false sensationalism, I have no doubt in stating that HateBreed are truly one of the most aggressive and enraged bands of recent years: imagine the violence of which only Slayer can be masters, combined with the steamroller groove of hard-core and therefore of bands like Madball, early Sick of it all, Agnostic Front, Pro-Pain, Biohazard, etc. A mix between hard-core and thrash metal, in short, where the slightly predominant component is the first and where you don't necessarily have to be a fanatic and into the hard-core scene to appreciate HateBreed's offering.

A band that has earned their place within the scene practically without promotions or particular support, only through hard grind and spreading the word show after show, "mouth-to-mouth" method. The band is led by a certain Jamey Jasta, one of the leading figures in the hard-core scene and its faithful supporter. His voice is the angriest I've ever heard, so angry that you wonder how a person can accumulate so much frustration day after day, turning it into all that explosive rage without pausing for breath. Imagine Clubber Lang (aka Mr. T) in "Rocky III": when faced with street-raised opponents like him, you wonder what all the practice in well-heated and equipped places was for. When faced with Clubber Lang, or in this case HateBreed, it's better to forget what you've learned because soon it will be swept away by their uncontrollable fury. Barely 32 minutes of music, this "The Rise..." (the "Reign in Blood" of hard-core), which manages to be more than enough and satisfies every desire for outburst, given the charge of these HateBreed.

All the tracks are excellent, and follow one another without the slightest hint of compromise, all fucking genuine and straight to the face. The standout tracks are the hit "This Is Now" (with its catchy choruses, a manifesto of will and action), "Facing What Consumes You", "Doomsayer" (with a final riff reminiscent of the final part of "Davidian" by Machine Head in their heyday, before they became trend-chasing sluts), "Straight To Your Face". The production of the album is truly excellent, compressed, homogeneous and obviously extremely powerful, which does 100% justice to the music, fully exploiting the potential of the songs. The overall sound of the album can easily recall that of Pantera's staple "Vulgar Display Of Power". The attitude of these 4 sons of bitches is authentic and spare, so if you are sensitive, purple-painted pussies moving forward with the gayest fringes of heavy music, it's best you keep away from bands like HateBreed. But if you love heavy sounds with more than sincere attitude and where the use of the brain is not necessary but that of the fist, the will and the cock, you know who to ask for help.