sewers - chain of command

SEWERS – Chain of Command 7″

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“If you, like every other person worth nodding your fedora to, are a fan of some sludgy punk rock that errs on the side of psychotic, then you’ve probably already heard about Sewers. Of course, these mates are outta Brisbane, and they fucking rule, trawling the brain through a grisly 2 and half minutes on their new single. Coming off like Venom P. Stinger being shoved into a blender, “Chains of Commander” is a threatening coarse shout, railing against the plethora of self-entitled deadshits that inhabit this country. “Look at your badge! Look at your number!”, now that’s a fucking line Rollins wish he thought up during the ‘My War’ days.”
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Release date: December, 2014

Limited edition of 250 copies on Tenth Court.

“I loved the Thigh Master single on Tenth Court from last year and I’m just getting to more of their catalog like this single from Sewers who have been around for a few years. Inspired initially by Kitchen’s Floor they added members to their current four piece and recently put out a full length on Homeless Records.

A-Side’s (labeled B-Side) “Chain of Command” rips onto their sawing back and forth sound of screechy near feedback in the red guitar saw sound with tough guy vocals ‘look at your badge / look at your number’ as that riff totters back and forth. Crumbling and runny it’s a distant relative to the Mayyors thick sound. It’s rough pieces chopped up slammed together between snare fills. Unsettling, this doesn’t really ever let up once that gate opens.
B-Side’s (A-Side) “Life’s a Boar” rattles in with a slow sludgy rhythm wobbling across the deck in a repeated back and forth chord spaz of black post punk. Bashes of cymbal/snare hits come together like some kind of tribal warning. There are vocals buried back there not sticking to any recognizable melody. Some harder weirdness comes to mind like Health or These are Powers only without any sort of electronics to glitch the waters. Rough and primal obsessed with ragged repetition and smudges of metal. The only standard tune comes from a deformed guitar wandering into this and quickly leaving. Plenty of layers of horrific distortions all attempting to overwhelm. Anti-party rock.”
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