Toronto band METZ have established themselves as 21st Century standard-bearers for a particular variety of clatter, steeped in the sort of noise-rock which first emerged from the U.S. underground in the late 1980s. They’ve shared road miles with Mudhoney and seven-inch vinyl with Mission Of Burma, earning the respect of peers like IDLES along the way. Each of their previous three albums have proven invigorating examples of their punishing aesthetic, but Atlas Vending finds them pushing things forward, broadening their horizons to tremendous effect. Pulse gets things off to an uncompromising start, its scorched-earth minimalism inevitably recalling the bare-bones tension of forebears Shellac. However, with listeners of a nervous disposition successfully alienated, the trio allow room f...
