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I've been watching POLIO with the deepest intent ever since their first little tour in Arizona. Absolutely crushing, and some of the most inventive post-grind (I'll call it this) shit I've ever heard. They are an incredible powerhouse and a supergroup in a way that could never be overstated. Holy shit is their live show flooring, too. It's goofy, dangerous, heavy, and absolutely destructive. PRESSURE, their newest EP, is by far their best sounding and hardest hitting.
Daniel's Lament begins in destructive, bubbling bombast like some unmeasurable humanitarian disaster broadcasted between Sunday morning cartoons in a hoarder's disheveled home. We get rolled into an ancient web of decaying silk between screaming feedback and Dylan's terror screams. Tanner's drums pop and burst with this pin point snare and fragile cymbals until a plaster of hemorrhaging entrails guide our very doom in these fucked breakdowns. Killer.
Old Bill Lloyd is absolutely my favorite POLIO song, both live and recorded... but my god is this heavy live. Riley leads us into funky nightmare circus jams and unholy grinding metal as whispering screams and tinny guitars rail into us from all sides. The pulsing groove we dive into is breaking down at the edges and barely squealing over its own noise. Everything is distorted, everything destroyed beyond recognition when Tanner jumps into blast beating chaos that obscures any and all semblance of music and sound. As it should.
Moon Man is an old classic--their slow driving doom metal ballad. This fuzzed-out synth that Tanner plays with one hand absolutely makes this song, giving it a foundation on which to build a monument to gore. I can't get over this production. It is so over the top and gross, so claustrophobic and busy. It's exactly what POLIO needed. When this shit finally hits, it hits--feedback whines butting in between its smothering weight. The second half is inescapable, just drums chanting forever in tune to the rhythm of hate. Then we return to our death march, flesh tendrils hanging loose and fresh to an open grave in which only POLIO awaits, in gored posture and ridiculous nature.
Absolutely incredible. I don't have much to say. Just listen. And see these fools live if you can, I'm begging you. Thanks for reading.
8.5/10
Stream PRESSURE.
-Foster
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