"I guess there's no pretending that grindcore like this is anything less than prison-rape levels of abuse for your ears, that is, if prison rape is fun"
Click the link for the full review.
http://metalstorm.net/pub/article.php?article_id=908
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Showing posts with label Reviews. Show all posts
Monday, 4 April 2011
Friday, 1 April 2011
Cool little review of Take Drugs....
"After listening to all 9 min. and 16 sec. I had to listen to it again."
Click the link for the full review.....SHAZAM!
Click the link for the full review.....SHAZAM!
Thursday, 31 March 2011
Who? Us? Wha? Oh yeah
We got a cryptic mention in this Grindcore Karaoke article.....
http://www.npr.org/blogs/allsongs/2011/03/31/134427139/5-haiku-for-a-grindcore-karaoke
(hint, we're the last unnamed band at the bottom)
http://www.npr.org/blogs/allsongs/2011/03/31/134427139/5-haiku-for-a-grindcore-karaoke
(hint, we're the last unnamed band at the bottom)
Sunday, 20 March 2011
New review of 'Take Drugs.......'
A new review of our demo ep, 'Take Drugs and Eat a Kebab' is now available online at
LINK: http://grindtodeath.blogspot.com/2011/03/bit-of-old-ultraviolence-kuntpuncher.html
Go Take a read...... heres a snippet to get your eyeballs gagging for more.
'drug abuse have finally caught up with them, and thus either fucked up their perception of time, or it has impeded on their cognitive ability to process so much rattling noise.'
LINK: http://grindtodeath.blogspot.com/2011/03/bit-of-old-ultraviolence-kuntpuncher.html
Go Take a read...... heres a snippet to get your eyeballs gagging for more.
'drug abuse have finally caught up with them, and thus either fucked up their perception of time, or it has impeded on their cognitive ability to process so much rattling noise.'
Thursday, 24 February 2011
Take Drugs........EP Review
The lovely Jimmy Christ at Extreme Responses, gave our first demo EP a review.
Check it out here, and make sure you follow their blog!!!!
LINK: http://www.extremeresponses.com/2011/02/review-kuntpuncher-take-drugs-and-eat.html
"How deeply unsettling is Gene Wilder in 'Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory'? Like an otherworldly, amoral mad scientist, who manages to be simultaneous charming and terrifying. London digital-grind beast Kuntpuncher recognise this, flooding their debut EP 'Take Drugs and Eat a Kebab' with a churning, disorientating ocean of samples in which Wilder's nutty (centred) professor floats to the surface like your sweaty, dribbling uncle in a repressed abuse nightmare.
The preponderance of samples and throbbing, headache inducing electronics are so overwhelming, that the aural carnage they bookend takes a few spins to really register. Throat-slinger Doyle, best known to the kind of people who pretend to like bands who broke up when they were still listening to Norma Jean for Northern metallic hardcore/sludge bastards My War, hasn't lost his muscular roar that rides the low-end riffs like rocks in a freight wagon, but lashes out at schizophrenic highs. Some deliciously conventional chug emerges from the digital squall of Agoraphobic Nosebleed worship, disappearing back into the disorientating churning of programmed beats before you really get to grips with it – which to be fair, is probably what they're going for. You don't hum along to digital grindcore, Black Eye Peas covers notwithstanding."
Check it out here, and make sure you follow their blog!!!!
LINK: http://www.extremeresponses.com/2011/02/review-kuntpuncher-take-drugs-and-eat.html
"How deeply unsettling is Gene Wilder in 'Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory'? Like an otherworldly, amoral mad scientist, who manages to be simultaneous charming and terrifying. London digital-grind beast Kuntpuncher recognise this, flooding their debut EP 'Take Drugs and Eat a Kebab' with a churning, disorientating ocean of samples in which Wilder's nutty (centred) professor floats to the surface like your sweaty, dribbling uncle in a repressed abuse nightmare.
The preponderance of samples and throbbing, headache inducing electronics are so overwhelming, that the aural carnage they bookend takes a few spins to really register. Throat-slinger Doyle, best known to the kind of people who pretend to like bands who broke up when they were still listening to Norma Jean for Northern metallic hardcore/sludge bastards My War, hasn't lost his muscular roar that rides the low-end riffs like rocks in a freight wagon, but lashes out at schizophrenic highs. Some deliciously conventional chug emerges from the digital squall of Agoraphobic Nosebleed worship, disappearing back into the disorientating churning of programmed beats before you really get to grips with it – which to be fair, is probably what they're going for. You don't hum along to digital grindcore, Black Eye Peas covers notwithstanding."
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