Plebeian Grandstand play in an overwhelming, monolithic style. The sonic structure they've created False Highs, True Lows is dense but crumbling, the blackened barrier dropping heavy, destructive debris.
The most consistent projectile here is the thunderous double bass, most volatile when complemented by blast beats. Plebeian Grandstand blend the dissonant discordance of the more tumultuous metallic hardcore into their black metal, disorienting the listener. The crust influence remains in the form of general filth and apocalyptic atmosphere, though much of its groove falls to the wayside in favour of straight-up, unrelenting punishment.
Just as the ending of "Eros Culture" is falling into disarray, the blast beats pick up over the weeping guitars, and the volume swells oppressively before proclaiming "black inside the white" and coming to an abrupt halt. It's auditory whiplash, and a reminder that we all have at least a little darkness inside of us. Thankfully, Plebeian Grandstand let theirs out here. Frankly, it's goddamned devastating.
(Throatruiner Records)The most consistent projectile here is the thunderous double bass, most volatile when complemented by blast beats. Plebeian Grandstand blend the dissonant discordance of the more tumultuous metallic hardcore into their black metal, disorienting the listener. The crust influence remains in the form of general filth and apocalyptic atmosphere, though much of its groove falls to the wayside in favour of straight-up, unrelenting punishment.
Just as the ending of "Eros Culture" is falling into disarray, the blast beats pick up over the weeping guitars, and the volume swells oppressively before proclaiming "black inside the white" and coming to an abrupt halt. It's auditory whiplash, and a reminder that we all have at least a little darkness inside of us. Thankfully, Plebeian Grandstand let theirs out here. Frankly, it's goddamned devastating.
