Batrider

Batrider sound like a grainy 16mm black and white snuff movie of Courtney Love going hard at it on PJ Harvey with a whisky bottle. Their punk-grunge noise is a slick, ugly, powerful creature that, once it sinks its claws in, refuses to let go… They stare at the floor, they shuffle their feet, they stare dead into space like zombies but they make a screaming blood curdle that sounds like the passing of a kidney stone. This Kiwi quartet is running at the thrash extreme in a growing army of uber geeky, awkward indie art-rock acts that are beginning to infest these scene like a virus and they're way cooler than your mom.