Today Is The Day
Pain Is A Warning

When you think that a band cannot push beyond a certain level of hyper-violence and derivative filth, Steve Austin is there to make you realize that you don't understand a damn thing and are thinking nonsensically. And the new album by the (certainly infernal) creature Today Is The Day is pain straight to the gums. Gums that bleed, while the instruments shatter eardrums. 

The nursery rhyme of "Expectations Exceed Reality" opens the doors to this kindergarten for psychopaths. Steve counts, and the hatred boils behind the teeth until it explodes in sobs of clipped screams and devastating guitars, then opens into a lullaby with an almost melodic, venomous, and psychotropic flavor. "Death Curse" is nothing but evil, with a riff that flows into black metal, and with barrage of drop-tuned guitars on screams that spew hate over insane blast beats, a construction similar to a castle made of pain. The nearly 7 minutes of the title track are the pinnacle of sickness, the dynamics rise and fall with an almost whispered voice, exploding into the blues'n'death'n'roll of the finale, where the most acidic notes of voice torture the ears. There's something industrial in "Wheelin'", there's a guitar at the edge of the synthetic, there's a constant hi-hat that seems programmed, there's the DNA of Ministry, and there are the caustic vocal whiplashes, and final punk-hc choruses. "Remember To Forget" is a voodoo ballad rising from an abandoned basement, arpeggios of acid-sweetness lacerate the soul along with the gracelessness of the voice that slides under the skin, like an obsidian reptile, finding an exit in the gray light of a sky made of abstract melodies of splendid noise. The reflections of dusty rock "illuminate" "This Is You", with a clean guitar tainted only by the melancholy of the desert. The finale is a harakiri. A fitting end to a fitting death for the right overexposure to pain.

This machine kills everybody.