There’s fast and then there’s the thrashing tempest that is Baptists. The drums are pounded at jungle tempo, but there’s no way any dance fan’s going to dig this – it’s hard and heavy and enough to make tranced-out clubheads cry into their WKD.
‘Bullets’ fires out at a thousand rounds a minute, a flurry of aggression. But Baptists aren’t tied to a template, and while they often do focus their fury on heads-down breakneck speed-punk, they’ve got angles and corners and a host of depths and facets not commonly found within their field. But what exactly is their field? It’s hardcore, it’s punky, it’s metallic and also violent, and noisy. The Discordant ‘Still Melt’ comes on like Henry Rollins fronting The Jesus Lizard
As rackets go, the one blasted out by Baptists is truly unholy – and absolutely devastating.
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