Seemingly an age in the making, the long overdue third full-length from messianic drum prophet Rich Hoak and his anarchic Total Fucking Destruction sets off at a disarmingly frenzied pace. If their mission has been to pull the proverbial carpet out from under their conceited listener, then by leaping from the almost-Krishnacore devotional homilies of 2008's 'Peace, Love and Total Fucking Destruction', to the strutting rock-based assault of 'Hater', lapsing into grooves that Witchcraft would respectfully flick their lava lamp on to, TFD are keeping the room spinning drunkenly around their frantic grindcore, er, core.Breaks in the assault feel like cooling down periods for the assembled musicians to assume the foetal position and gulp in lungfuls of cold night air before the hoarse exhortations and parables of a doomed future kick into being again. There's something of the chest-beating evangelist in Hoak's delivery, and it's a blessing for the world at large that Total Fucking Destruction and Brutal Truth keep him busy. If Rich Hoak hadn't found music, he'd be screaming at people in bus stations.
I actually got my copy yesterday, and although not giving it as much attention as it deserves, I certainly enjoy what I head.
ReplyDeleteMine came this week too!
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