Known quite constantly for their quality releases, not to mention, a slew of great grind albums from Blockheads and General Surgery recently, Relapse Records never fails to disappoint. Released on April 15th, 2014, The Drip put out their label debut EP “A Presentation of Gruesome Poetics.” After their reputation from their first release “The Wasteland” touted them as ‘the Northwest’s fastest hate-mongers’ and they gathered the attention of Grindcore Karaoke, it’s no wonder Relapse just had to take them under their wing.
‘Catalyst’ ignites a spark between two seemingly cohesive elements, propelling them forward like the shards of shattering glass. Cause; the rush of force from a baseball, piercing a windowpane. Wasting no time with drawn out intros, the d-beat kicks into high gear, shredded Brandon Caldwell‘s vocals over a plate of explosive grindcore death nachos like pepper jack cheddar.
Desiring to strip you down, layer by layer and expose you, The Drip sees you for the rat you are. Free from restraint to devour their objective, this underdog uprising slaughter house of riffage, ‘Rise to Failure’. Shane Brown‘s drumming could not be more tight. Rhythmically and structurally, ‘Rise to Failure’ flows flawlessly. Brandon’s Nasum inspired vocal stylings scream out comprehensibly, yet ugly and paranoid. My only qualm with this track is the falling piano simile which seems to be squeezed in so tightly some of the wording is lost, creating a far less convicting analogy.
Something about ‘Bygones Only Burn Once’ didn’t sit right with me. Out of all the superb tracks on this EP, this one just left a sour nu metal nuance in my mouth. I’ve narrowed it down to the isolation of the word “break” as the first thing spoken. Searching my mental databank for what in god’s name it reminded me of, I’m willing to throw myself under the bus a little here. Linkin Park’s ‘One Step Closer’ anyone? Chances are The Drip had no intention of incorporating this influence and would never cite them as a such but it’s cool, guys. Intentional or not, a little Linkin Park or Limp Bizkit runs through most of our generation. Who else was going to teach us to ‘Break Stuff?’ Just be thankful this is a one track thing and you’re not Emmure.
The rest of the album pummels on with the flawless intensity and high energy of a Noisear record. ‘Black Screen’ and ‘Siren’ both pack a major punch with strong lyrics and catchy, ripping breakdowns. The bass is distorted and crusty, blending well with the rest of the band Rainier Beer inspired performances. Slick and angry.
Nothing like saving the best for last. In what would lyrically be the title track, ‘Lash In, Lash Out’ makes me want to tear someone apart, beat my way through crowds and take on anything that might stand in my way. So far from hopeless, this track conveys power like no other and as a summation to this EP, there’s no denying that The Drip are worth watching out for. As long as they don’t change there name again, it’s safe to say, it’ll be on grinders lips for a while.