BY Chris Rolfe March 19, 2008 15:03
In the tradition of seminal acts Zeke, D.R.I., Slayer et al., Toronto/Hamilton hardcore-thrash mainstays Cursed (un)happily deliver what you’d expect of the genre: bludgeoning guitars, breakneck drums and enraged, throat-rending vocals. But beyond the unfathomably fast “Night Terrors” and “Dead Air at the Pulpit,” this group sound doomiest on evil, downtempo instrumentals “III” and “Gutters.” The grinding “Friends in the Music Business” is also the best retort to slimy, Toronto self-importance yet. (“When you say ‘you’ll never work in this town again’ — is that a promise or a threat?”) A disc that’ll be a hit with family over the Easter holidays — especially the lamb-slaughtering part.