Listening to MASTIFF has finally put to rest my thought of what hellish sounds would be summoned if COALESCE wrestled with NAILS. If you’re after some sludgy hardcore with a powerviolence bite, then look no further than Plague, the hardcore merchants from Hull’s first release for APF Records. Much like the breed of dog MASTIFF share their name with, this band are a big and heavy beast, with aggressive howls you would not want to hear by yourself at night.
If the savagery of their work wasn’t brutal enough for you, then their lyrical content might give it the edge. Plague draws from the misery of the country and their disgust at the false humanity and deceit pouring from social media. Add to this the fact the album was recorded in one room and with no tracking at Studio 94 in Hull, and you get the idea of the relentless ferocity MASTIFF so unforgivingly unleash.
The band kick things off with Hellcircle, an aptly named track as the opening minute sounds like resonance from the bowels of Hell itself. When things get going it simulates the image of NAPALM DEATH having a scrap with MALEVOLENCE. Very nasty. Things slow down a notch with Bubonic, which features an irresistible blackened element to the opening riff. There is a glorious sense of KYLESA from the middle onwards with the aggressive grooves and doomy stance.
The suitably titled Brainbleed mirrors how it would sound being bludgeoned to death by NAILS while CROWBAR watch on. The sobbing from the end of the track leaks into Quarantine, a swampy and suffocating ode to darkness, filth and suffering that the likes of LEECHED would be proud of. Lead single Vermin belches and vomits much of the same but with such an infectious groove it will catch like the plague.
Torture does what it says on the tin. A notoriously noisy and slow affair at the beginning, it gets you in a firm headlock before it pummels you silly for the duration of the last minute. Absolutely glorious. Much like Weep, a violent steamroller of fury crushing all in its wake. Definitely one of the more straight up ‘hardcore’ offerings on Plague, this track is stupidly heavy and violent.
The final nail in the coffin is Black Death, a disgustingly slow track of NERVEWRECKER proportions. What is most terrifying of all is this track was recorded in one take. Only bands who sell their souls attempt that feat now these days right? Considering Black Death is a staggering 9 minutes in length, that is a devilish achievement. In a scene full of over-produced, shiny and over-polished music, it’s so refreshing to hear a gritty, raw and unforgiving record. You can be sure Plague will be my soundtrack to the impending apocalypse this year.