Nuclear Hellfrost hate you. They hate your music. They hate your stupid mustache. They hate your three thousand dollar guitar and your Honda Civic. They hate your swooped and slicked hundred dollar haircut. They hate the flower bed in your grandmother's garden. They hate your love of cats. They hate your ambition. They hate your daily life of routine and false hope. They hate your harmonies and melodies. They hate your two ply toilet paper. They hate your BPA free coffee cup. They hate your perfectly ripped and placed back patches. They hate your lust for cheap beer and serious conversations. They hate when the sun shines in your direction. They hate your over-consumption. They hate the stale city you call home. Fuck you.
DIY to the core, Nuclear Hellfrost hail from Ft. Wayne (Indiana) and proceed to blast your ears with a filthy brand of crusty punk infused black metal. Lower fi than most, their demo rips and seethes with hate and venom directed at anyone not in their inner circle. Total annihilation would be a positive place to start in their minds. The drums are a non-stop exercise in nuclear war via a drum kit. The guitar buzz and shred with tremolo picking and napalm solos. The vocals crack, scream, and growl from the belly of the beast. Displaying a distinct grind influence, Nuclear Hellfrost never let up or slow down. And why should they? Nuclear Hellfrost are not happy. They are not hopeful. They do not care if you like them or their music. They are anti-establishment. As a whole, the demo is quite promising and punishing. There is hate in the world, and Nuclear Hellfrost are a bestial vehicle of hate. Nihilistic and cold, they are a band bent on doing whatever they want musically. No fucks are given. Their music is not for you or about you. Just remember, Nuclear Hellfrost hate you. Fuck you.
nuclearhellfrost.bandcamp.com/album/demo-i
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