Loud Night is a Virginia-based hardcore and speed-metal band that, in many ways, continues the project of some of their former member’s previous band Ramming Speed. Praise the heathen pantheon, because Ramming Speed’s mischievous work on this earth was far from served.

Ramming Speed hit the scene back in the late ’00s and starting out as a good time party band, writing songs about pizza and good lookin’ women. That was before their winter 2007 tour, during which their van broke down in the middle of a dessert, they were arrested at gunpoint in San Francisco for suspected kidnapping, and were roped into a Hells Angel’s 4th of July party, amongst other misadventures. Through some psyche rending combination of trauma and newly discovered adrenaline lust, the band adopted a blood-thirsty, hyper-thrash, punk-death metal hybrid sound that won them extremely favorable comparisons to Goatwhore and Black Breath.

As ripping as a lot of Ramming Speed’s monster jams were, they still somehow felt unfinished. Like there was some elusive element the band was still on the hunt for and which they hadn’t been able to wrestle to the ground and tame. The beast that eluded them those many years was a dark and dirty d-beat- the prideful and bedeviled mare that now pulls the chariot of Loud Night into the oblivion seeking darkness on their debut LP, Mindnumbing Pleasure.

Loud Night is like a biker rally that rolls through town and just sets fire to everything. Burns down the whole community in a rager and then moves on to the next town over to do it all again, like a swarm of drunken locusts. Mindnumbing Pleasure takes the devastating war-cry purge of Discharge and gives it a rubber-balding kick of octane, in the form of Motorhead inspired grooves, most notably present on the skin peeling, flash and blues bruiser “Fearless Leader,” which twists like a tiger in a snare until it chews through the synch that suspends and manages to land smack-dab on its capture, reducing him to ribbons of gore. A matching scramble of chords and punk-blues speed rash also inspires the exhaust-spewing peel of the title track “Loud Night,” a track where the speedometer only ever seems to go farther into the red the longer it cruises, burning the dust and roadkill off some backwater highway in its wake

The speed-freak mentality and death-seeking thrust of Loud Night does a fair job of demonstrating the overlap between Midnight and Toxic Holocausts sounds on tracks like “Holy Hell” and “Barraged Forever.” The former of which sounds like a straight-up kegger thrown in a house-fire and accompanied by a cannibal potluck, and the latter drops a screaming payload of thrash-whiplash chords down your ear canal that will singe off the sense collecting potions of your brain in a hellfire sonic lobotomy. The best-realized confluence of Loud Night’s influences though, is easily “Cheap Seats,” a crashing dispatch of galvanized speed-core that feels like a cover of Toxic Holocaust’s “Acid Fuzz” belted out by Lemmy’s ghost backed by a possessed and zombified Disfear compelled by dark forces to channel an absinthe loaded Thin Lizzy in the belly of a circle of death, with motorcycles streaking past the band in suicidal swipes. No one is getting out alive, so live fast while you can.

I’d say that Loud Night made a party album for the summer we didn’t have while stuck indoors, but the more it becomes apparent, day by day, that we actually live in hell, it would be more accurate to say that they made a party record for the summer we all experienced in our individual and secluded personal purgatories. Crack open a cold one and let’s toast to Armageddon. It can’t come soon enough.

Get a copy of Mindnumbing Pleasure here.

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