Midway between a deleted scene from River's Edge and the resurrection of Frankenstein to unleash havoc upon the villagers that put him under, the Racebannon sound is one of many disparate influences that blend seamlessly into one lethal cocktail of hatred and aggression, draped in a terecloth of pure molten rock that is as unforgiving as it is pulse-quickening. Indie rock? No. Metal? No. Hardcore? No. Noise core? No. Racebannon? Yes. It really is that simple. Harsh enough for any mosh pit, yet cerebral enough for the art palate, Racebannon attack with the heave and punch the end times dictate while still keeping things fresh and original. Love or hate, there is no ignoring the 12 gauge barrage of riffs, screams, and drums.