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Tha Dirty Souf's instru-metal guitarmy! Hailing from the deepest, darkest jungles of the Bama Bible Belt, this 3-guitar slinging quintet breathes a vibrant breath of fresh air through the realm of instrumental metal, bridging the gaps between numerous subgenres while rocking the collective panty to the collective ankle. Leaving no musical stone unturned, their imaginative arrangements are densely packed with ideas.an encyclopedia of riffs ranging from the intricately complex to the irresistibly anthemic. Startlingly catchy but never coming off soft, Hematovore turns even the most jaded music fans' heads--whether they're sporting corpse paint, white belts, mohawks, or nerd glasses. Metalheads, hardcore purists, gutter punks, and indie rockers alike--Hematovore invites them all to the table, pats them on the back.and destroys them.
*Artwork by Aaron Turner (Hydra Head / ISIS / Old Man Gloom)*
*Mastered by John Golden (Neurosis / Craw / Sonic Youth)*
Track Listing : Running Time
1. Witherspoon, Pt. 2 (3:54)
2. Blasting Through The Back Nine (3:42)
3. Arachnophilia (8:15)
4. Blue Darner (4:32)
5. Blue Darner: Coda (1:24)
6. Kamacuras And Spiega (10:04)
7. One Unit, Whole Blood (4:10)
8. Earwigs (Ewww!) (6:30)
Total Running Time: 42:31
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Our Sweet-Ass Bio:
Don't you just love bios about bands you've never heard of? Well, here's one goddamned more about perhaps the greatest band you've never heard of (that's per Acerbic, so it's official).
Two lovely lads with a shared passion for metal began this band way back in 1992 in the happenin' college football mecca of Auburn, AL. They had the relatively nondescript names of Steve and Jamie, but decided against calling the group that (even though it was-and still is-the fashion in Auburn to do exactly that). They needed a name that was easier on the tongue-one that just rolled right off of it like spittle onto a grave. They decided on Hematovore . . . and the rest fills a thick, leatherbound (with spikes) history book that we're going to thumb through right now. So, get out your jumbo pencils and double-ruled tablets and at least act like you're paying attention.
Early on, the band had a lumpy mass resembling a singer. They're instrumental now, so it's obvious that whoever that was (no one can remember) really ruined the vocalist angle for them. Anyway, they went through a couple of guitarists during this period, but never really felt right being naked with either of them. On certain steamy summers, however, a dark, sensual stranger named James (who would later grace the stages with alternative arena rockers and Geffenites Trust Company) would sling a little metal hash with them. It was always hot-just the way they always knew it could be. Jamie and Steve knew what their band was capable of, even though they weren't yet able to hold on to James' hairless, oiled skin during those heavy and erotic jams. Playing with him was exciting, different and good-but things really changed when a sweet young drummer boything named Brian "joined the fold" (that is SO metal) in the even sweeter year of 1996. And, by the time the dark age of 1997 hit, the group's collective hair had really begun to thicken with the addition of a guitarist with a beard (which were big in Auburn that year) who called himself Randall. And, man oh man, did he ever write some weird stuff. He said his ideas came from a little radio in his brain. He would tag this by admitting that he had "borrowed" the aforementioned radio from one of the guys from The Commodores.
Not long after, the band was temporarily crushed when Jamie suddenly left for Phoenix, AZ for 6 months of prospecting for the fabled Phoenix pygmy bones (now proven to have been a lie placed into urban legend by the government in much the same manner as crack cocaine had been introduced into low income neighborhoods years earlier). Another sweet young thing named Rob took his place, however, and the crumpled aluminum can of a band returned to form as a massive wall of brushed stainless steel. Rob had a babe-like innocence and a six-string flair unseen since the heyday of Yngwie Malmsteen. Some even whispered that it really was Malmsteen, and that the American accent was patently a fake. Regardless, the band worked so well with Rob that they kept him around even after Jamie returned home with a doggie's tail between his legs. Incidentally, the tail was later eaten on stage "black metal style" by a hungry guest keyboardist from Norway. Hematovore was suddenly a three-guitar army-much like Iron Maiden with that goofy third guitar player that they've got nowadays.but with far fewer splits and jumping jacks. But, sadly, Randall's radio stopped working. One morning, he went out for fresh batteries, never to return. Hematovore were back to two guitars.but it didn't matter. They had hit a progressive metal stride and found an ultra-tight instrumental focus. They knew right then and there that they were an unstoppable force. Can you see now how much of an unstoppable force they are? Can you? For real? At that moment, they became the metal gods that they are today. And, speaking of today, the sexy and mysterious James (now even more adept at whipping arena crowds into a seething frenzy in a single stage bound thanks to his constant practice on the road) has rejoined, making them even more unstoppable. It is nearly unbelievable how hard it is to stop them. Just try it sometime. You'll see.
And that, my friends, is the story of Jesus. I'm sorry.of Hematovore.
- Jeff McLeod (miscellaneous human being)
PS - Randall came back
Another PS - And so in the year 2007, yet another chapter opens in the epic saga of Hematovore. With the long threatened departure of one of the founding fathers, Steve, the highly flexible Randall has stepped up to the challenge of the lower frequencies.
Yea, verily, the unstoppable force ceases not.
