Album Notes

It starts with a roar. This music can’t be tossed into a category, any category. The guitars are muddy, aggressive, frequently given to feedback and heavy distortion; the vocals usually screamed, but not unfamiliar with rasping and roars. The percussion varied to say the least, usually explosive and played with an unhinged energy, totally unmatched. So what the hell is ‘Vultures Are Wolves’ anyway? The band itself was likely an accident, shat out in a filthy Miami, Florida restroom stall amidst the stink of cigarettes and left in an overflowing trash can, its only companions a discarded pair of panties and some used tampons. ‘VAW’ is a creature of the night. Sure, the album has plenty of elements of metal, but it breathes a raw, DIY sonic aesthetic and a ‘fuck you’ punk distortion to match. The entire album is also a treasure trove of half-forgotten, whisperings sneering at you to look closer. In the end, its impossible to stick ‘Vultures Are Wolves’ in any one category, mostly because they don’t belong, and unlike the trash heap of bands the purposely try to sound different; this album feels natural, organic like a cancer, as normal as clamor like this could be: three musicians coming together and going fucking nuts. When they play in your town, you’d better lock everything up tight