They’ve been playing skate shops, basements, clubs, pubs and festivals for the past three and a half years. Now Alex Edkins, Hayden Menzies and Chris Slorach are ready to unleash their debut, self titled album upon the world, but can their energetic live show transfer to a record? Songs such as ‘Headache’ and ‘Get Off’ certainly suggest as much – up tempo and exhilarating musical assaults from the get go.
Edkins’ untouched raw voice cascades through this 30 minute mosh catalyst and Metz play their instruments loud and aggressively. Urgent, precise guitars coupled with intensely loud drumming is the formula and the band are relentless, happy to make a hardcore, carefully calculated racket. ‘Knife in the Water’ is a little more teenage angsty, talking about anxieties and the hysteria of life and grating slightly. The variety of sound begins to wane as the album progresses, but the instrumental intermission of ‘Nausea’, with its disjointed quality, is short, punchy, loud and to the point. A welcomed respite that goes some way to saving the album.
The band may have spent the best part of a week isolated in a barn recording on a portable rig, but Metz still has the feel of a live show. Under the guidance of Holy Fuck’s Graham Walsh and Crystal Castles’ Alexandre Bonefante, they’ve managed to record something that captures the essence of their enigmatic gigs. All that’s missing is a hairy, shirtless lad losing the plot, hitting chunks off a fellow reveler.