That name is a mouthful, as are their frequently wordy and punny/weird song titles like "Pearl Harbor Necklace" and "Damn Girlfriend This Napalm Exfoliates As It Burns", but this new band from Indianapolis deliver a brutal neuvo-grind assault that experiments with electronic samples and textures while keeping their songs rooted in blasting, vicious bottom-heavy death/grind. Black Arrows have connections with a bunch of better known bands from the Indiana area like Racebannon, Demiricous and The Dream Is Dead, but what they do on 1984 (Eternal) far surpasses any of those bands in terms of aggression and heaviness: "Nuclear Facelift" starts off with a volley of stuttering blastbeats and seizure-inducing stop/start rhythm changes before slamming into a pulverizing slowed down sludge riff that turns into a cloud of droning feedback/circuit buzz at the end; "If Shit Were Gold The Poor Wouldn't Have Assholes" blends together twitchy hyperspeed grind, strange fragments of melodic riffing, and an awesome swaggering angular groove that reminds me of Unsane; the oddly named "Death Creeps The Come Up" opens with eerie sampled ambience, then launches into more of their trademark blastbeat/riffslur complexity, mashing together dissonant Am Rep attitude with seriously fucked-up, paint-peeling grindcore that feels like it draws equal DNA from Brutal Truth's late 90's output and the chaotic hardcore that has been coming out of the Midwestern DIY basement scene. The vocals are wicked, too; exaggerated beastgrunts and oatmeal-choked deathgrowls trade off dramatically with higher pitched screeching and some really crazed-sounding rasps. It's not easy for me to get into alot of the newer grind bands that have been coming out as they all seem to be copping from the same sound, but these guys stand out with their expert ability to layer grim, disturbing electronic noise and drones with their ultra-intense, pigfuck-tainted grind. This reaches a high point on the seventeen minute "Survivors Envy The Dead", an epic slog through drawn out passages of industrial noise, terrifying blocks of abstract, stretched out doom a la Khanate/Moss,

weirdo ambient grind parts where spacey effects and warbling feedback are layered over spastic blastbeat arrangements and dense waves of pink noise. This album is pretty far out as far as modern grind goes, actually. Fans of later Brutal Truth, Pig Destoyer, Graf Orlock, Today Is The Day, and Antigama all should check these guys out. The disc comes in a killer six-panel gatefold case, and this CD version also features an exclusive industrial noise track that didn't appear on the original 12" vinyl that came out on Rifleman Records.