An oldie here from the now-defunct Busted Heads label, but what the hell – this thing still brings home the goods and crushes where so many others fail miserably.
Artimus Pyle never fail to impress with their furious doom-laden hardcore, surging between huge earth-scrapingly slow riffs and a full-throttle shitstorm as one hateful tirade after another is indignantly blurted out, sounding rather like a pack of semi-starved beasts tearing each other limb from hairy limb.
Diallo are cut from the same grubby cloth as their buddies on the flip, showcasing a similar penchant for slow, crushing brutality before charging into the fray with all guns blazing. Their two songs will beat you blind, and it’s too tough a call to name one clear victor in this bloodthirsty contest, but suffice it to say that if you’re still standing once they’re through you’ll consider yourself stronger for it.