Sign them already: Birth A.D.

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I’m not the type that gets mad when my favorite bands get big. I want them to succeed, and I want people to hear them. So I get mad when my favorite bands don’t get big. In underground metal, that means getting mad all the time. I need hypertension medicine.

The band whose obscurity maddens me most is Birth A.D. I reviewed their Stillbirth of a Nation record here, and I helped shill their shirt here (before I discovered that selling merch without a formal store was a pain in the ass.) Now I’m once again telling anyone who’ll listen to pay attention to this band.

I’ll say a few words about the music, and then I’ll get out of its way. These 10 songs are some of the catchiest, most sardonic jams I’ve ever heard. They’ve stayed stuck in my head ever since they came out over a year and a half ago, and they still give me shivers of “Ooh, did he really say that?” I’ve yet to hear a better soundtrack for today’s, ahem, stillborn economy. Few new bands truly conjure the spirit of old crossover thrash – I can think of only two, Pasadena Napalm Division and Obscene Gesture – and few bands actually say something both musically and lyrically. Birth A.D. are a smart, sharp jolt against complacency. Stream Stillbirth below, and see if you don’t agree.

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