The Pitch: More unsigned mathcore from Lyon, France. This time it's some Converge love in the form of Plevre.
What I Like: The demented, distorted vocals on this album definitely remind me of Jacob Bannon. The approach can be a bit of a gamble in terms of who is willing to listen to that level of dissonance, but I can't get enough of it. The other instruments follow suit; pounding and squealing their way into your brain like an aneurysm. The results are absolutely destructive but, again much like their Salem, Massachusetts peers, Plevre manage to anchor some hooks beneath the chaos. "Nausées" and "Summis Desiderantes" are both fine examples with the oddly catchy melodies that crop up amidst the hurricane of guitar, drums, and anarchic screaming. There will be blood in this pit.
What I Don't Like: It's not performing right here in my living room. Please come to Portland and bring Dead Kiwis with you.
The Verdict: A raucous and violent experience bound to leave you wanting more and hopefully watching for the next live show in your vacinity.
Flight's Fav's: Nausées, Déni, Summis Desiderantes
