Taint
The Ruin Of Nova Roma

I have to bore you with my undeniable love for this album. Here I go. Yes. And if you don't like it, too bad, go listen to High On Fire. I Taint have found the desert in the Welsh lands and have spread it into the ears of the un/lucky ones, to the point that the violent and demolishing heat has reached the ears of the Cathedral lion Lee Dorrian who immediately included them among the bands of his Rise Above, and it is for this very label that this infernal disc is released.

The opener "The Sound-Out Competition" has a senseless violence, starting with a solitary riff that joins with drums and bass and hurls itself uncontrollably at the listener's face, a hardcore incendiary fury, spatial digressions, and a voice that could be of a peyote-loaded Henry Rollins in the desert. Not a moment of respite, "Zealots & Whores" starts with a repetitive section that crashes upon vocal openings you wouldn't expect after such violence, and the final break is neck-breaking. The middle part of the album sinks into lysergic rivers. The doors of hallucinogenic perception swing open at the sight of the first of the two rivers with the circular and infinite bass of "The Idol/The Memory", upon which the guitar builds, piece by piece, the staircase for the entrance of the voice into the temple of idols lost in time, a temple made of overflowing electric chants, plagued by voices mad with rage. On the horizon near the second, we see tall stone buildings crumbling, it's "The Ruin Of Nova Roma", accompanied by a guitar loaded with anxieties and melancholy, forced repetitions that grow and enrich until overflowing into 9 minutes of pure emotion. "I'm Going To Kill Henry Ford" should be praised just for the title, circular riffs, amphetamine stoner blues that tend toward slowing down and explosion. "Poison Pen Attack!" is a "post" manifesto, exploding in a mid you could punch the floor to, demolishing sonic cities in great style. 

Repetita iuvant (and if you listen to the album, you'll understand).