ALBUM: Wolfcrusher – Virgin Tapestry

Release Date: August 8th, 2011
Label: Casket Music
Website: None available
MySpace: www.myspace.com/wolfcrusher

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Grooving and seething their way out of Manchester, Wolfcrusher arrive with their debut full-length, ‘Virgin Tapestry’. A whirlwind tour from the JD-filled stench of southern rock, through the vicious bellows of melodeath, to the downright dirty grooves of DevilDriver inspired metal. It’s a concoction of ideas that could easily have become a clusterfuck of Biebersocial-like retardedness, but is moulded together into a highly impressive half hour of very listenable material.

For the most part, groove metal is fairly easy to play whilst sounding pretty cool in any aspect, but Wolfcrusher pull it off in a way that doesn’t sound like just another Pantera/Down clone. ‘Lost At Sea’ is probably the nearest to sounding like a song Down would have played if they suddenly got in a fire-eating competition. Gary Harkin of Bisonhammer fame leaps from guttural growls to screams, determined to tear apart the very fabric of the speakers they blast out from.

From the off, ‘Reborn’ gives a good taster of what to come; as the verse begins with that beautiful WWWUUUBBBB guitar sound that makes you want to crack open a new Budweiser and furiously bang your head. While being a mouthful in name, ‘Insuperabilis’ is just as hard to get down your throat with a simple but tasty as fuck riff that wouldn’t be out of place on a Machine Head ‘The Blackening’-era album. With ‘No Chance’, it’s easy to see a Corrosion Of Conformity influence shining through; while not being the heaviest song, it still provides a groove that would please Mr. Jack Daniel himself.

The melodic death metal influences are just as obvious on album closer ‘Moving Mountains’. It’s like Amon Amarth, but if it was sung by Tyler Durden. There’s definitely a lack of fuck given on ‘Skeletonizer’ as well as the disgusting guitars grind on.

Again, as with other Manchester band Visitor, it’s a bit short in length; clocking in at 35 minutes it could do with another couple of songs, but it should be enough to give Wolfcrusher the start they need in a scene that welcomes southern rock as a flavouring in other genres (i.e. Every Time I Die, Maylene And The Sons Of Disaster). Fresh off a well attended set on the lower stage at Bloodstock this year, expect and hope Wolfcrusher to be showing up on a package tour such as Defenders Of The Faith.

Written by Martin Savage