(written by Islander)

“Nasty, miserable, no-nonsense sludge played at maximum volume with a focus on what is shit in life.” That’s the elevator pitch that Cursed Monk Records throws for Writhing Between Birth And Death, the debut EP from the UK band Bile Caster, and it hits the mark.

This Leicester-based trio, who might draw comparisons to the likes of Primitive Man and Meth Drinker, specialize in ugly, angry, primitive music that slugs hard enough to rupture spleens and is bleak enough that it might leave damaged souls looking for a permanent way out.

The new EP also has the capacity to leave anyone who survives it feeling dazed. It’s too ruthless to be truly entrancing, but the shock-and-awe effect may be enough to leave people feeling incapacitated, wondering what the hell they’re going to do while waiting for their reptile brains to yield back control of the higher faculties. Continue reading »