Pissing Razors: become a believer in the field of moshing

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Fields of Disbelief

Imagine, for a second, the tranquillity of an open field of grain and grass. Now disrupt the peace with the shredding violence and distress of traditional American thrash in the vein of fell Texans Pantera in such a way to level the plain into a barren wasteland of disillusion. Now, you are ready for the Pissing Razors. On their third full length endeavor, Fields of Disbelief, the Razors return with an unparalleled disrespect for musical agility in such a way that makes them a special offering. Much like an invasive surgical procedure to correct the pain the name inspires their abrasive sound is necessary in a way and complex in its own right. Over years of near relentless touring the quartet has honed it’s sound and with the recently line-up adjustments this is their most potently offering. Following in the path blazed by other traditional American metal outfits, yet providing a unique South-Western sting Fields… flows in a subtly mature yet youthfully angst driven way that there is no escape from the effects either its brawn or brains. One can’t deny the Razors of their place in the thrash scene with a pummeling underbelly of nearly poly-rhythmic grooves, shredding guitar riffs and grainy angst-ridden vocal outbursts that are as much defined by their familiarity as it is by their originality. Where Fields… takes the quartet is to a tighter realm of song writing overall, with stronger chorus’ and well crafted hooks that were only previously shadows in the gritty driving onslaught. This development has allowed them to expand on vocal deliveries and better establish flow in transitions between riffs making for more defined sound. The Pissing Razors deliver a lethal dose of Texan thrash so swift in it’s deliverance of pain it oft makes the sting of a scorpion or the bite of a rattler seem pretty much pleasant in comparison to is adrenaline inspired delivery. Convert yourself into a true believer of the Razors or die in the fields of their blunt brutality this time around.

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