Enter hoarse, angry hardcore with nods to Spirit of '77 style punk rock. Their imagery is dark, reminiscent of a rawer avenged sevenfold or a metalcore band that has overdosed on the early styling of The Misfits. Vocalist Gareth issues defiant determination, amplifying that style by an exponent of ten. November Coming Fire wail with miserable rage, as the sounds radiate with the group's uncontrollable evil vibrations. A haunting wave of death drone designed to devour permeates the album. 'Transgression' issues hails with tortured allegiance. Upfront razor edged riffs tear and slash at musical flesh. Tension boils. An essence of classic hardcore seethes during the Dwarves like 'The Boys With Nails…' Speeding through the darkness with 'Near Death' as Ross Bones destroys drum heads. This record is bleakly bitter. Embace the Coming Fire.
