Honestly, I don’t know how they do it. Most days I drag myself out of bed, get through work using coffee and sugar as crutches to keep me up and then fall in a near-coma the moment my ass hits the couch. Ringworm on the other hand have been active since the early nineties and still manage to throw themselves with reckless abandon, creating these little maelstroms of brutality where thrash, hardcore and metal all try and claim the throne.
Sure, it’s pretty formulaic by now, but that doesn’t mean “Snake Church” isn’t worth your time. The dual guitars shred, squeal and go chugga chugga right up until the moment every single body has hit the floor in a bloody pulp after being completely pummeled by the onslaught of drums. And over it all is that bark/growl/scream of James “Human Furnace” Bulloch who manages to pack more disdain and vitriol in one single word than Trump in his entire Twitter feed.
I’m not painting a very pretty picture here. Then again, “Snake Church” isn’t a pretty album. It’s ugly, wretched and I’m liking very minute of it.