CANCER BATS ARE “SCARED TO DEATH”
Tuesday, February 9th, 2010 at 12:00pm by Vince Neilstein
If I were in Cancer Bats the only thing I’d really be scared to death about is my band’s inability to fit clearly into any one scene. But that’s a good thing. I wouldn’t be too scared of rocking because my band would do that really fucking well, and my band’s new track “Scared to Death” would be no exception.
Cancer Bats’ 2008 album Hail Destroyer was an aggressive, punchy, ass-kicking affair that I listened to more than any “hardcore” record in recent memory. I put hardcore in quotes because it’s hard to classify Cancer Bats as straight up hardcore, though their roots are clearly on display; their riffs are too metallified, their chord voicings too complex, they play guitar solos and they use way too many pinched harmonics to be lumped in with a lot of the bands our own Gary Suarez has been writing about lately. But it really doesn’t matter what the fuck you call Cancer Bats because they kick ass.
Cancer Bats release a digital EP called Sabotage on March 1st. I’m definitely psyched for this one. Look for them on tour soon with a bunch of bands that don’t sound anything like them and that you don’t like at all.
-VN










Despite their inclusion at MetalSucks’ 2008 CMJ showcase, 
I love it when budding musicians and bands give away their recorded music for free. Rather than trying to charge $10 (or however much) to collect money from the few diehard fans you have that are willing to spring some dough for your product, you make a potential fan out of anyone who’s willing to download the album for the price of a click and the time it takes to do so. Rather than selling 10 or 100 copies for money, your music reaches hundreds or thousands of people willing to give it a shot, people who will later come to your show or buy a t-shirt if they like the music enough. This, my friends, is smart business.
Armour is 80s metal, man. Get used to it right now, before you check them out. But FUCK if it isn’t AWESOME at the same time. The song titles, the solos, the cover art – EVERYTHING is there on the Finns’ self-titled album, and it’s all really, really AWESOME. Well… the lyrics are kind of stupid, but who needs lyrics when you’ve got riffs and fist-pumping anthems, anyway?
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