Metz – Atlas Vending review

The thing with making your own art is that you get to decide when you compromise. Metz have been in a noise-rock party-of-one ever since their inception almost a decade ago, setting the barrier to entry high and demanding a near obsessive level of commitment from their small but fiercely engaged army of followers.

Their fourth album, Atlas Vending sees the trio – vocalist Alex Edkins, bassist Chris Slorach and drummer Hayden Menzies – on the search for something marginally less sonically challenging, whilst maintaining their scorched earth policy to song writing and presentation; this is Metz, but not quite how you remembered it.

Ok, maybe that’s not quite true, but tracks like Blind Youth Industrial Park and opener Pulse are uncompromising, bladed and full of audio scree, the same sort of thrill ride for future hearing aid customers we know and love. Change is here though, in the caustic brief encounter of No Ceiling, or Hail Taxi’s industrial blast of “pop”. Atlas Vending proves there are worse things to be than in control of your own destiny.

You can read the full review here.