Here at Revolver, we’re always on the hunt for new songs to bang our heads to — indeed, it’s a big part of our jobs. With that in mind, here are the tracks released this week in industrial punk, metalcore, “Bangkok evilcore” and more that have been on heavy rotation at Revolver HQ. For your listening pleasure, we’ve also compiled the songs in an ever-evolving Spotify playlist.
Jinjer – “Green Serpent”
Now, this is a green-eyed monster we can get behind.
Jinjer’s fourth and latest preview from their forthcoming sophomore LP, Duél, starts off sounding soft yet sinister, chiefly through some slinky guitar work and Tatiana Shmayluk’s tunefully foreboding croon. But, as the singer later puts it, the song “holds so much annihilating power,” as proved by a dark and djented bridge full of some of the fiercest screams Shmayluk has ever put on record.
More seriously: While not explicitly a straight-edge anthem, the song’s allusions to how alcohol can control and constrict someone make for a sobering experience.
OVERSIZE – “Vital Signs”
When you name your song “Vital Signs,” you’d best be certain your music doesn’t flatline from the get-go. Sure enough, U.K. alt-gazers OVERSIZE deliver a pulse-quickening clinic with the first single from their forthcoming debut full-length, also titled Vital Signs.
The song plays it simple yet strong, quickly cranking up Deftones-adjacent guitar work and heartily batted-down post-hardcore beats that juice the piece up like a quadruple-dose of adrenaline to the bloodstream.
All in all, it’s a good look for the rising OVERSIZE, who show no signs of slowing down any time soon.
Haunted Horses – “Dweller on the Threshold”
This one’s not a jazzy Van Morrison cover, but rather a wholly original and mega-creeped-out second preview from Seattle industrial-punk trio Haunted Horses’ forthcoming Dweller album.
The LP’s pseudo title track comes corroded with bass fuzz and dance-dirge drum decadence. Vocalist-keyboardist-guitarist Colin Dawson’s dread-inducing drawl details an eerie figure lurking at the bottom of a well, as well as “malevolent curses” that leave you “covered in blood.”
It’s a dank and damaged beauty, and we’re more than ready to plunge into the rest of Haunted Horses’ disturbing sonic subterranea.
Bleeding Through – “Path of Our Disease”
Veteran blackened metalcore unit Bleeding Through sound anything but sickly on this new track, which is taken from their just-announced and upcoming album, NINE, their first in seven years.
While lead screamer Brandon Schiepatti howls out myriad bleak-eyed observations about the state of the world, at one point shouting that there’s “no sense of purpose in this wasteland,” he and the rest of the band are nevertheless determined to keep carving out their path via solar plexus-pummeling metal riffage and Marta Peterson’s soul-haunting vocal and keyboard melodies.
On second thought — this is, in fact, pretty sick.
Grief Ritual – “Recursion”
“A broken body is a living hell.”
U.K. outfit Grief Ritual’s latest single — the third pre-release track from their forthcoming Collapse — connects the dots between how war, natural disasters and inflation can take serious physical and mental tolls on someone. And it’s seemingly only getting tougher from here.
The band push through the frustration with blistering, D-beated metalcore severity and guest vocals from Cage Fight’s Rachel Aspe. The world may be grinding them down, but they’re not beaten just yet.
Whispers – “Wisenheimer (You Were Never One of Us)”
Few lyrical themes are as belovedly well-trod in hardcore as calling out frauds in the scene and making them pay.
Self-described “Bangkok evilcore” outfit Whispers know this well, which is why their new “Wisenheimer (You Were Never One of Us)” almost immediately finds vocalist Nitisart “Mike” Chaiburi barking that the band “don’t give a fuck about you and your fake-ass crew.”
Adding to the “worldwide unrest” Whispers promises on the cut, we’ve got a guest vocal in here from Shaun Alexander of Scottish band Demonstration of Power. But Whispers pack plenty of punch on their own, whether they’re hard-knuckling into detuned and toughed-up riffs or sidewalk-cracking moshes.