When I heard the first two tracks from the new album by Virginia trio The Vomiting Dinosaurs, I wrote that they were a blast to hear — an open-throttle, ass-kicking combo of grind, thrash, and death metal bent on ramming your head right through the wall and into the furnace next door. Now that I’ve heard the whole album, I realize that I probably under-stated the album’s impact because I failed to include some kind of reference to carpet-bombing with napalm.
The band obviously have a sense of humor, which carries over from their name and the album’s title to the individual track titles as well, but the music is punishing — in a very good way. It romps between made-to-mosh, punk-inspired thrashing, massively headbangable grooves, and flame-throwing grind eruptions. Continue reading »
