Review: Watchmaker


This is hell right here, pressed to CD and delivered like a shovel to your cranium. And I say that in only the most endearing way. Watchmaker takes on the world with their nihilism and skull-fuckery, creating a racket unheard of in most trendy underground music circles. Throw this on at the next pop punk sock hop or black-dyed hardcore show and watch the kids go insane as their bug-eyes explode from the sockets and their hairspray-laden mops go ablaze. Kill fucking everyone! It’s an interesting concept, to be sure, something the band has managed to capture in heavy chaos personified. This ain’t no phony metalcore bullshit, this is straight up insane swamp monkeys who want to kill you. Makes Today Is the Day seem like a church choir.