Where they from?
Germany. I have now reached that point of the offseason where I am starting to yearn for the NFL season to return. It’s like that Office meme where Michael says he is ready to be hurt again. I cannot wait for the new and hideous ways for the New York Jets to disappoint me this year.

Why the hype?
Eastwood (the band, not Clint Eastwood) have been putting out some high level grind for a while now, combining the shapeshifter hyper ferocity of France’s Warfuck with the pure velocity and intensity of U.K. powerviolence. The riffs slither and contort like a snake hunting its pray and the drumming is powerful and precise. All of this is packaged in clear and modern production that only emphasizes the batshit zaniness of the band’s output.

Latest release?
Alle gegen alle, Loner Cult/Lixiviat Records. Here the band covers Assück’s classic ‘Salt Mine,’ a song that has been covered numerous times by numerous different grind outfits. I think it should be standard that every band covers this song on every album they do, for all eternity. Would love to hear what the Jonas Brothers do with that insane breakdown into those wretched blast beats. Heads would roll.

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