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Just when you thought it was safe to come out of the bomb shelter, Eteraz returns, crustier and more metallic than ever Rabid with violence in their veins and the sonic arsenal to carry out full scale warfare on the senses. Starting in the ear and drilling its way to whats left of your sorry excuse for a brain. There will be nothing left. Bombastic buzzsaw guitars, relentless pummeling bass, chaoticly vicious drum battery and a wildly sinister vocals make for an unholy alchemy of evil fucking hardcore. Not to be taken lightly.
Our take: Just a few months after their debut 12 on Iron Lung, Olympias Eteraz is back with a follow-up two-song flexi. As on the 12, they remind me of the punkier end of 80s crossover, particularly bands like Final Conflict and Christ on Parade. The sound is rooted in Hear Nothing-era Discharge, but tightened up with the demanding musical chops of the most blistering early thrash metal. The second track, No Ones There, sounds even more metal than usual thanks to some shredding lead guitar, which is of a piece with recent bands like Tower 7 and Salvaje Punk who draw as much inspiration from cult 80s metal as they do underground punk. Also like their previous record, Eterazs Persian-language vocals give them a unique sound thanks to that languages distinctive phonemes and rhythms. If you enjoyed the 12, youll want this too, and if you havent checked out Eteraz yet, these two tracks are a fine place to start.






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