If you like your music to sound like it has dragged itself out of the sewer with the sole ambition of punching you in the face until you are nothing but a bloody and unattractive stain on the concrete, then do we have the band for you.
The Drip have released three EPs in the past, but despite being a band since 2007, The Haunting Fear of Inevitability is their first full-length album. Apparently, they were building up the anger over that period because this album chokes, spits and pummels its way through the thirty odd minutes that it is on.
What’s impressive is that all of that scuffling is brought to your ears through some of the crispest production you are likely to hear on this kind of music. You might struggle to catch your bearings in among the chaos but damn you can hear every drumbeat, appreciate every bass twang and bang your head to every riff. This is an album which makes the chaos sound brilliant, and when you’re slap bang in the middle of it, it is hard to imagine being anywhere else.
And yet, underneath that delightful mix of grindcore and crust punk, The Drip are really all about the groove. From the opening track, ‘Blackest Evocation’, they set out a formula, and it’s a formula that serves them well. They blast you with a lovely little battery of noise before finding a groove and settling down into it to see you out. It’s a tactic that means that even in among the snarls and roars from lead singer Brandon Caldwell there is something for you to grab hold of. Some riffs will see you out into the light.
Sadly, the formula may also be their weakness. Around the half-way point, this album loses its way a bit. Tracks like ‘Terror War’ blend into ‘Painted Red’ and despite the destruction that is going on in your ears it almost becomes possible to zone out. To let them merge into each other and pass you by. Thankfully, ‘Wretches’ then comes along with its refrain of “you’re fucking wretches” which will get you roaring again.
The Drip’s debut album is far from perfect. However, it is still a damn good listen. Even when it does begin to repeat it is only a small issue, the album only just inches over half an hour long, so you are unlikely to truly find yourself slipping into boredom. When it is hitting and throwing everything it has at you while underpinning that with one hell of a groove, that’s when it’s at its best and that’s when it becomes the perfect album for you.