AVAILABLE NOW: T-SHIRTS (SIZES M, L) VULTURES ARE WOLVES FULL LENGTH ALBUM, STICKERS, POSTERS, PINS....
It starts with a roar. This music can’t be tossed into a category, any category. The guitars are muddy, aggressive, frequently given to feedback and heavy distortion; the vocals usually screamed, but not unfamiliar with rasping and roars. The percussion varied to say the least, usually explosive and played with an unhinged energy, totally unmatched. So what the hell is ‘Vultures Are Wolves’ anyway? The band itself was likely an accident, shat out in a filthy Miami, Florida restroom stall amidst the stink of cigarettes and left in an overflowing trash can, its only companions a discarded pair of panties and some used tampons. ‘VAW’ is a creature of the night. Sure, the album has plenty of elements of metal, but it breathes a raw, DIY sonic aesthetic and a ‘fuck you’ punk distortion to match. The entire album is also a treasure trove of half-forgotten, whisperings sneering at you to look closer. In the end, its impossible to stick ‘Vultures Are Wolves’ in any one category, mostly because they don’t belong, and unlike the trash heap of bands the purposely try to sound different; this album feels natural, organic like a cancer, as normal as clamor like this could be: three musicians coming together and going fucking nuts. When they play in your town, you’d better lock everything up tight.....
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“After three gin and tonics, two shots of whiskey, one Patron on the rocks and a Pabst Blue Ribbon, you will understand how awesome this band is. Lean over the men’s room toilet and vomit like you never vomited before. These guys play pissed-off satanic rock, and their Marshall’s are crank up to 11”…Miami NewTimes....................................................................................
."Why try to originally opine on the sounds of the heavy Miami trio Vultures are Wolves when the band's MySpace page is so darn descriptive? There, you will find that they tag themselves as being appropriate for fans of "repulsive uncontrolled chaos," and sounding like "blasts of bloated diarrhea spit." These carcass-feeders, though, are nowhere near as unlistenable as all that – perhaps they'd rather just scare off the faint at heart to leave their fans more room to dance. Well, maybe not "dance," per se – this band's fast, thrashy onslaught is an awesome soundtrack for all-out destruction. Obtusely titled songs like "The River Took Dee Snider" and "Cancer Tale of the Hyena" vibrate with thrash tempos, occasional death-metal-style screams, and some of the straight-up scary weirdness of classic hardcore psychos" - Arielle C. / Broward Palm Beach NewTimes................................................................
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"This eight-track disc of pure metal mayhem is a welcome treat.Not the usual arpeggio-laden, "I studied guitar for 15 years and i wanna get laid"crap,this is the real deal. Solid musicianship from this trio sets the group apart. There are chunky moments,gritty breakdowns, and vocals that go from satanic growls to animalistic screams that can also temper when the song dictates.The bands sense of humor comes out on tracks such as "The River took Dee Snider" andand "Cancer Tale of the Hyena".-Abel Folgar Miami NewTimes.
AVAILABLE NOW: T-SHIRTS (SIZES M, L) VULTURES ARE WOLVES FULL LENGTH ALBUM, STICKERS, POSTERS, PINS....
It starts with a roar. This music can’t be tossed into a category, any category. The guitars are muddy, aggressive, frequently given to feedback and heavy distortion; the vocals usually screamed, but not unfamiliar with rasping and roars. The percussion varied to say the least, usually explosive and played with an unhinged energy, totally unmatched. So what the hell is ‘Vultures Are Wolves’ anyway? The band itself was likely an accident, shat out in a filthy Miami, Florida restroom stall amidst the stink of cigarettes and left in an overflowing trash can, its only companions a discarded pair of panties and some used tampons. ‘VAW’ is a creature of the night. Sure, the album has plenty of elements of metal, but it breathes a raw, DIY sonic aesthetic and a ‘fuck you’ punk distortion to match. The entire album is also a treasure trove of half-forgotten, whisperings sneering at you to look closer. In the end, its impossible to stick ‘Vultures Are Wolves’ in any one category, mostly because they don’t belong, and unlike the trash heap of bands the purposely try to sound different; this album feels natural, organic like a cancer, as normal as clamor like this could be: three musicians coming together and going fucking nuts. When they play in your town, you’d better lock everything up tight.....
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“After three gin and tonics, two shots of whiskey, one Patron on the rocks and a Pabst Blue Ribbon, you will understand how awesome this band is. Lean over the men’s room toilet and vomit like you never vomited before. These guys play pissed-off satanic rock, and their Marshall’s are crank up to 11”…Miami NewTimes....................................................................................
."Why try to originally opine on the sounds of the heavy Miami trio Vultures are Wolves when the band's MySpace page is so darn descriptive? There, you will find that they tag themselves as being appropriate for fans of "repulsive uncontrolled chaos," and sounding like "blasts of bloated diarrhea spit." These carcass-feeders, though, are nowhere near as unlistenable as all that – perhaps they'd rather just scare off the faint at heart to leave their fans more room to dance. Well, maybe not "dance," per se – this band's fast, thrashy onslaught is an awesome soundtrack for all-out destruction. Obtusely titled songs like "The River Took Dee Snider" and "Cancer Tale of the Hyena" vibrate with thrash tempos, occasional death-metal-style screams, and some of the straight-up scary weirdness of classic hardcore psychos" - Arielle C. / Broward Palm Beach NewTimes................................................................
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"This eight-track disc of pure metal mayhem is a welcome treat.Not the usual arpeggio-laden, "I studied guitar for 15 years and i wanna get laid"crap,this is the real deal. Solid musicianship from this trio sets the group apart. There are chunky moments,gritty breakdowns, and vocals that go from satanic growls to animalistic screams that can also temper when the song dictates.The bands sense of humor comes out on tracks such as "The River took Dee Snider" andand "Cancer Tale of the Hyena".-Abel Folgar Miami NewTimes.
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