Review / 200 Words Or Less
Hammer Bros.
The Kids are Dead

Welfare (2008) Jason

Hammer Bros. – The Kids are Dead cover artwork
Hammer Bros. – The Kids are Dead — Welfare, 2008

I'm getting too many records that sound exactly like The Kids are Dead. It's another moshy metal crossover type hardcore album that is sweeping VFW dance floors all over the nation in '08. Sure, sometimes they play fast, sometimes Hammer Bros. goes for the menacing metal stomp. Either way, I've heard all too much of it this year. I'm sure their shows are fun sweaty testosterone mosh fest. It's just if I hear one more Soundgarden riff segued into a speed metal thrash fest, it's going to be way too soon. I know it sounds like I'm hating on The Kids are Dead when in actuality it's a decent release of hardcore I like, just not today.

5.9 / 10Jason • October 6, 2008

Hammer Bros. – The Kids are Dead cover artwork
Hammer Bros. – The Kids are Dead — Welfare, 2008

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