Memory Ward Memory Ward LP
MEMORY WARD’s self-titled LP is an ugly mess of rumbling bass and drums, razor-sharp guitars, and some of the filthiest vocals ever…and I’ve never meant it in a more endearing way. It’s so intense that after its seemingly short fourteen-minute runtime, your vision will get blurry and you’ll find yourself gasping for air. Next thing you know, you’re at the breakfast aisle of a nearby Walmart with a warm blanket of blood covering everything. As you follow the crimson trail back to your bare hands, you think to yourself: is it your fault or MEMORY WARD’s? What did Tony the Tiger do to deserve this, you sick fuck? What about his husband and kids, huh? Anyways, as a big fan of extremely pissed-off, almost unintelligible, squashed-to-hell-and-back music, this thing definitely ticks all the boxes for me. Just perfect, no notes.
