"It’s easy for a band like Harpoon to have a sense of humor about itself. Harpoon’s recipe for grindcore—blended with a touch of thrash and spiced up with a little powerviolence—is so punishing that dressing it up with any tough-guy posturing would just be overkill. That’s not uncommon in grind (see, for instance, Anal Cunt), which is one of metal’s stranger cousins.
It takes metal and hardcore tropes and pushes them to absurd extremes, so the guitar riffing is repetitive and fast enough to become slightly hypnotic, the drums are such a flurry of blast beats that it can be hard to pin down an actual rhythm, and the words—not that you can usually make out what the singer is shrieking—often read like stuff that gets cops called to high school English classes. (There’s even a sub-subgenre called splatter grind for the real sick stuff.)." (Miles Raymer, Chicago Reader)
- Sunday, Apr 5th / Empty Bottle / 1035 N. Western Ave. / Chicago, IL / 9:30 PM / 21+ / Pelican, Tombs, and Harpoon