Live, this band kills. Although Buffalo didn’t offer the shot of adrenaline Landmine may have been looking for at this point in their tour, the band rallied and took it upon themselves to personally inject audience members with a shot of straight up, blood curdling horror; extreme music at its best. The set was short and intense; under a half hour to which the band played almost exclusively from their most recent album, Sovereign Descent.

Madeleine Rundle reviews the July 11th performance by Arizona grind monsters Landmine Marathon at Buffalo NY’s Club Diablo

Hello and welcome back to our newest running series, the Hellbound Handshake Clip of the Week! For our third installment, we are celebrating Canada’s birthday that happened yesterday (Happy Birthday Canada!) with a clip of a Canadian band doing their thing at Maryland Deathfest 2010.

This week’s clip is Winnipeg MB’s PUTRESCENCE, doing their filthy Carcass-inspired take at death/grind with a sweet little ditty entitled “Moonlight Illuminates Limbs Forced Into Impossible Directions”, taken from their 2008 Sledgehammer Holocaust.

Here is installment #2 of the Hellbound Handshake Clip of The Week! This week it is TOTAL FUCKING DESTRUCTION Live at Maryland Deathfest 2010, as captured by Handshake Inc.

A striking passage of the Bad Religion song “Latch Key Kids” reads: “In this world today there ain’t nobody to thank/Just blame it on the kids and toss ‘em into the tank.” Those lyrics seem applicable to a young kid growing up in the 1980s named Justin Pearson, best known as the bug-suited vocalist and bassist for the grind/noise/hardcore band The Locust.

Hellbound’s Justin M. Norton speaks with Pearson about his upcoming book, “From The Graveyard Of The Arousal Industry.”

The great thing about fests like MDF is that the metal is simply overflowing. The bad thing about fests like MDF is that the metal is simply overflowing. If it’s sitting down to catch your breath, or grabbing a drink or a bite to eat, there are plenty of reasons causing one to miss one or too many killer bands.

For the next hour and half Brutal Truth kept going. They filled their set with gems from their back-catalogue and a heavy dose of tracks off Evolution Through Revolution. At one point in the set Kevin Sharp announced “I’m Henry Winkler and I need some booze goddamnit!” The crowd loved every minute of it. I don’t know if everyone there realized the significance of Brutal Truth playing their home town, but honestly, it doesn’t matter – the band was incredible.

Handshake Inc’s David Hall recaps their experience at this year’s Manitoba Metal Fest making an upcoming film on American grind gods Brutal Truth.

Raging from the get-go and never once losing track of its vision, Conceptive Prescience boasts 18 minutes of rudimentary blast-grind pulling from the ravenous, almost overbearing attack of early Napalm Death but shoved through the dirty filter of Nasum, Phobia and other crossover acts.

[Infanticide's] Scott Hull-produced debut doesn’t traffic in grotesque songs that are the equivalent of dead baby jokes set to stale death metal riffs and pedestrian drumming. It’s more like a potent combination of the misanthropy of Weekend Nachos with the anarchist impulses of Leftover Crack