Fugazi, And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead, Holy Fuck
Metz is loud, fuzzy and completely do not care what you think of them. The punks hail from Canada (you know, home of Peach Kelli Pop, Teenage Head, Rick Moranis and Thor), but their sound recalls the best that the US has to offer – mainly the carefully severe DC punks of decades past and a little like And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead if the TOD didn’t have a singer who sang so much as yelled – I mean that in the best way possible. Metz takes power punk to a whole new level – wave after wave of amazing sounds will crush you, and you’ll like it.
The trio consists of only the punk-rock classics: guitar, bass and drums with well-timed shouts here and there. It’s not the kind of punk that strays and is unplanned – in fact it seems to be the very opposite. Methodical, precise and aimed to kill. These men mean business. Vicious, driving for weeks in a van across the continent type of punk rock business. The music is noisy and fuzzy, the lyrics are to the point and punk (I can’t move/I can’t stay/I gotta get away), and the delivery is classically punk, earnest and, well, loud.
They’ve released a few 7 inches, a cassette and recently signed to Sub Pop and dropped a self-titled album last fall. Metz had been gigging for more than three years before hitting Sub Pop; gaining shred cred based on their live shows which, as you can imagine, have been described as very loud – but not only loud, energetically, artistically, euphorically loud. Taking their time before meticulously recreating the shows that everyone loved, they finally put out this debut much to delight of patient fans. Graham Walsh of Holy Fuck helped record the album in an abandoned barn, and suitably captured all the energy Metz is known for.
The band heads to Europe in the early part of 2013, touring behind their debut and ready to slay a bunch of new ear drums.