3.5/5 stars
Batpiss rip shit. There’s probably a more tasteful, eloquent and distinguished way to explain what it is this noisy Melbourne trio do, but it would only be doing them a greater disservice. Ripping shit is Batpiss’ business – and business, tellingly, is good.
Their second album is one that furthers their penchant for knife-edge intensity, robust guitar snarls and head-spinning wig-outs when things get a little doomier. Biomass presents itself as yet another wad of bile built up by the band; a hocking spit of black blood through clenched, chipped teeth delivered with seething rage and explicit disgust.
It arrives in typically guttural fashion with ‘The Store’, ending on the rollicking post-punk of ‘Waking Up At The Wheel’. Needless to say, it’s not what one should be making their way towards if they fancy something of the user-friendly variety. Then again, the band name alone should do enough to eliminate the room of squares. The rest, as they say, is up to God – or, in this case, Satan.
Through the noise and the vicious nature of Biomass, the band’s songwriting finesse still shines. Batpiss are excelling and evolving rapidly.
Batpiss’ Biomass is out now on Poison City.
