A little bit of everything from the Belgian sludge punks
At first a VVOVNDS full-length album seems like a physical impossibility.
Since erupting in the scene a few years ago, this Belgian four-piece seems to live and die within that short minute-and-a-bit, at most, their song-bombs last.
The songs are fleshwounds, opening, exploding, closing, almost before you realize what’s going on. And yet, here it is, a first album, here they are, for almost half an hour, “swallowing nails // spitting riffs”, as they put it themselves, or dreaming really fast, as Bill Murray would.
We don’t know how they take it, we don’t know how we will, but everyone will just have to run for cover and try to survive.
The punk of VVOVNDS is immediate, it hits hard and deep, but yet it still defies easy descriptions. Like their name, they leave things simple, their boots firmly planted in the roots of the hardcore punk genre. But at the same time it’s impossible to find an easy reference point, the traditional sounds-just-like-x, because for them x doesn’t mark just one spot.
To the contrary, they have a lot of x’s, scratched in blood throughout the walls of genres like powerviolence, sludge and who knows what else, as long as it’s covered in bile, blood and tears.
Although comparisons are difficult to find and far-fetched, we’ll give it a try: imagine all members from Converge, Lightning Bolt, Ice Age, Uniform and Some Girls caught in a drunken bar fight, all armed with rusty prisonknives…