Tampa metronomic bruisers Meatwound might be a relatively young outfit, but their sound belies a deep, dark sonic lineage, taking in everything from forgotten cult masochists like Fudge Tunnel and sonic monoliths Godflesh to Revolting Cocks in their murder-cyborg moments and Shellac's ferocious minimalism. Theirs is a sound that is dour, monochromatic (a deep dark crimson, if you must know), and machinelike in its precision – unrelenting, with little to no melodic breathing room nor sonic excess.
Formed from the ashes of Primate Research, Holy Mountain and Combatwoundedveteran, Meatwound have emerged from a Tampa underground that is equally rooted in the heyday of Roadrunner Records-era death metal and in a more recent art-noise scene where guerrilla shows were held in storage units; it's a fetid stew of sonic and cultural influences.
The band has already completed both a full-length LP – the superb Addio, on Magic Bullet – and toured (including some previous Orlando engagements), along the way sharing stages with death metal all-stars Gruesome and High on Fire. This Little Underground's Bao Le-Huu lauded Meatwound as "one of the most credible and imminent threats to rise from around here," and in the ensuing year they've absolutely lived up to this promise. Don't believe us? Come get your eardrums pulped in person – it's a free show, after all.
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