Get in the Ring with Ringleader
Ringleader’s music burns like a gob of Dilophosaurus spit in a fat boy’s face. On their new, self-released album, Northern Keepers, the Edmonton hardgrind outfit seethes with such ferocity that you can practically smell the bile dripping from their teeth. Each song is basically a grenade of unadulterated, cancerous hatred.
And while that kind of unbridled, visceral force alone could be considered reason enough to pay attention, where Ringleader really scores is in their ability to write killer songs. I know I must sound like a broken record, by a band like this really serves as a potent reminder of the importance of songwriting. Yes, the music is furious as fuck, but it’s also really memorable, and, ultimately, fun. I defy you not to bang your noggin to this shit. It can’t be done.