For all its abrasion and denatured noise, Metz isn’t a statement of nihilism or finality; it’s a bright, exploratory scalpel making the first of hopefully many incisions.
Undeniably one of my favorite albums of the year, METZ shines brightly, like a Molotov cocktail at the moment of impact.
This is an album that sounds fresh despite having its roots firmly planted in the post-hardcore/pre-grunge era.
This is METZ suggesting, insisting and demanding to be heard. Theirs is the voice of freedom and expression and we should all listen very carefully to what that means.
While it ably captures the band's ferocity, Metz is less a recreation of the band's live shows than a surveillance-video document of it, one that's been edited and manipulated to maximize dynamic impact.
By the end of this album’s 30 boisterous minutes you’ll feel absolutely exhausted.
By approaching their craft with both diligence and ebullience, Metz have tapped into something primeval, something that should appeal as much to basement-dwelling metalheads as it will to neurotic art rockers.
Below the surface of their post-hardcore box-ticking – the filling-pain feedback and off-tone notes – Metz are something quite orthodox.
|# 27 -||Consequence of Sound|
|# 15 -||Exclaim!|
|# 35 -||NME|
|# 31 -||No Ripcord|
|# 44 -||Pitchfork|
|# 43 -||PopMatters|
|# 55 -||Pretty Much Amazing|