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Anyone craving a fix of uproarious, rampaging rock ‘n’ roll –- and who isn’t? -– need look no further
than Arizona’s Hour of the Wolf. Their Think Fast! debut, Waste Makes Waste, is dirty coffin-core at its finest, a carnage-spilling glee-fest from the possessed recesses of mania.
And, fitting for punk-rock that sounds straight from the boarded-up garage of the neighborhood’s mysterious residents, Hour of the Wolf hacks away inexhaustibly. Screams, shouts, howls and crazed exultations rev and roar like a garbage disposal disintegrating bone, while guitars rip and grind like rusted chainsaws; but the panicked rock-‘n’-riffing, short and stellar, is uncommonly addictive, with the right balance of clean-toned excursions countering the distortion. The pummeling percussion is blunt force trauma of the highest order, while the bass quakes like a horde of stampeding zombies. With a knack for incorporating earlier-era rock ‘n’ roll into a grimy, modern punk rock package –- “Taking Out the Trash”
opens the album with a breath of the Beach Boys surf-rock before melting into screams and distortion –- Hour of the Wolf not only channels but tops The Bronx, and justifies mentions of the Misfits.
I couldn’t be happier to report Waste Makes Waste -- albeit lean at 20 minutes of actual music -- is nothing but fist-pumping, scream-along filth. Though a thick wall of crust covers this Blasting Room mastered masterpiece, it’s as memorable as the most finely tuned pop-punk. For the sake of sanitation, it’s a good thing all garbage isn’t so indispensable.
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