Review Summary: Endless juns and mind blowing vocal talent. Moving Heaven To Hell is unbridled brutality at its finest.
2 of 4 thought this review was well writtenA few months ago, I was at the local record store and this album's packaging caught my eye. I saw a color scheme that would make ADB proud. I saw Satan looking like an orc. I saw bird feathers (I really like birds) a spidery logo, and a title fonted like Poison The Well. I don't know why, but the absolute amount of cliches lumped into this album cover drew me in like a ***ing Weepinbell to a Caterpie. I turned over the back and my oh my, Eulogy Recordings. Now Euology is a label I used to follow religiously when I was first getting into fake hardcore, and tbh I haven't bought a Euology album since Unearth's
The Oncoming Storm, so I got it.
Born to lose, but living to win, solidly poised, much like a tiger with muscles tensed, YSC's combination of current death metal brutality with the underlyning classic New Jersey hardcore attitude of Fury Of Five, their sound is uncompromisable mosh. The ultimate crush of the drop-A tuning is the weight of a satellite falling from the sky as a meteorite to destroy the New York and prove that Jersey is harder than dick. The anvil of their breakdowns paired with the hammers of their drums brings death to the pit, I assure you, readers. The stocky bearded vocalist launches into sheer evil swamp monster vocals and you can't help, you're just moshing. Just like that, moshing in your chair, moshing in your yard while raking leaves, maybe moshing in your church basement with all your bros from the 735, while some girl with pink and yellow hair holds your coat just for hardcore cred.
With song lengths booked from the short but ultra-sweet "Ear To Ear" (1:42), which is much better than the Whitechapel song, to the depraved sickness of No "One Misses You" (3:09), none of these songs are beefed up with filler. Just straightforward, brutal deathcore from Monroe Township. Songs like "End Your Life" and "Abandon All Hope" portray a bleak reality of modern existence, while pumping you up to change this existence and improve your own self. YSP do not relent. Ever. I guarantee you that kids in the next decade will look back on Years Spent Cold like our generation looks back on Morbid Angel. This album has changed my perspective on deathcore. Get it. Get into it. You'll mosh.
