Songs off METZ and the Polaris-longlisted II made me think this might be the closest I've come to experiencing early Nirvana. They were also at times anthemic.
Drummer Hayden Menzies was a brilliant animal behind the kit, as if he was throwing the sticks rather than merely hitting them. Songs from their II hit you in the belly — actually all the internal organs — exploding the energy of the city into the wilderness.
The set was ear-piercingly loud, but Metz's noise is a sophisticated thrash, bringing it down then taking it back up again, with some surprisingly pretty, mellow passages amongst otherwise loud and angular attacks.