Way Too Loud review:
It seems that even in the world of stoner metal people are attempting to out-heavy one another. While the stoner for this metal does take influence from 70’s rock, metal and doom metal, it rides at a mid-paced march with double bass underpinnings that really kick the listener along the way. While many bands of this sort would prefer a “fuzzy” distorted guitar tone, these guys prefer enough of a harsh buzz to practically rival old-school European death metal acts. Topped off are vocals that range from throat destroying yelling (a bit different than the growls and raspy screams you might be used to) to an echoed clean tone, and of course destroying ones voice is typically a good sign of conviction to us! A close listen reveals that the effort is actually pretty tight for a style that normally prefers a more organic approach, especially with a guitar tone that hisses so much between playing you’d swear their amps were about to blow up.
Rarely do I hear stoner metal bands playing around with this much power, so expect a good beating different from what you’re used to.
Megasus’ self-titled debut is deliriously awesome, and not just for “this kind” of band. I mean, just… it’s really good. Clocking in at an ADD-ready 36 minutes, the album’s seven tracks are awash in the kind of doomy goo that most of the Rise Above stable would give their apple pipes for; think an army of Matt Pikes going to war with the rancid hordes of Sauron. The production here is Portal-murky, but the molten-lead riffs and schizophrenic vocals (which leapfrog track-by-track from Ozzy to Alice Cooper to Brent Hinds) unite phalanx-style to cut a swath through the mushroom-cloud atmospherics.
Hear me now and believe me later: Megasus, in defiance of all acceptable logic, have actually put out one of the most punishing, groove-centric doom albums of the year. (excerpt)
Aquarius Records review:
A name like Megasus can only mean one thing. METAL. That’s right, pounding, thrashing, ass kicking head banging metal from Providence Rhode Island, which just so happens to feature Brian from Lightning Bolt on drums. But NOT Brian Chippendale, nope, that’s bass player Brian (Gibson!) pounding the skins, and hot damn, he’s a pretty sick drummer for being such an insane bass player. For those of you out there that play Rock Band or Guitar Hero, odds are you’ve probably heard Megasus before, one of their tracks was a huge hit on one of those games, downloaded about a million times, but for us, Megasus came out of nowhere, and proceeded to pummel us into submission! Shredding classic style heavy metal, with a definite punk rock flavor, reminding us a bit of bands like Karp, that sort of punked up metal vibe, although with Megasus it’s mostly the vocals, for the most part this is some seriously TRUE metal. Wild soaring leads, guitar harmonies, relentless drum pound, lots of chugging riffage, proggy arrangements, some stretches of doominess, the vocals a distorted howl, but for the most part this is just some seriously kick ass metal radness! And the packaging, we talk about amazing packaging all the time, but wow, does this take the cake, an full color eye popping outer gatefold jacket, some sort of bloody winged goat, the logo and song titles embossed and stamped with gold foil, printed inner sleeve, pressed on 180 gram swirled orange and black vinyl, comes with a poster, sticker AND a patch. As well as a full album download. Phew.
This is the debut album from filling-rattling metal Providence-based supergroup Megasus. “Swords”, “Hexes/Szaadek” and “Iron Mountain” all are over six minutes long, combining slow dirge, distorted blood curdling screams, massive riffs and furious double kick pedal mayhem. At some points, I thought of a gonzo Saint Vitus. But on top of the music, this has one of the most impressive vinyl packaging ever to pass through these hands. I doubt I could withstand their live show, as whenever I see the “No Wimps” sign I always turn around and go home.
What exactly is a Megasus? According to the artwork for this self-titled album, its some sort of six-legged, bat-winged, horned and screaming equid. Pretty apt imagery for the music found therein. This is the aural equivalent of being trampled to death by mythical cloven hooves. Lets talk about the packaging shall we? These boys do it right. Gatefold jacket with gold debossing, a beastly poster (see what I did there?), a patch, a sticker and of course an MP3 card, so you can play this at maximum volume in your cubicle at your horrible, horrible job. With only 200 copies pressed onto lovely orange and black vinyl, this isn’t likely to hang around for very long.