EHP 0.18: Daughters canada songs 12" [ out of print ] Pressing Information: [1st press] 330 yellow 330 red 330 pink 330 blue [2nd press] 430 green/grey marble 330 black DAUGHTERS burst forth, middle fingers raised high, with an unreal debut twelve inch of merciless, grind-influenced screaming chaos. These songs combine so much so quickly that it's almost dizzying, but they somehow manage to hold it all together and still take it way up a notch. Immersed in a genre that's dangerously close to total overkill, DAUGHTERS are actually making technical and hectic music original again, flawlessly combining thunderous drums with inhumanly fast blasts, squealing high-pitched guitars (that can almost be mistaken for keyboards at times) and absolutely manic screams to create a new form of heavy music that's simply beyond description. Necessary noise interludes allow the listener to catch their breath before the cacophony continues, with breakdowns so huge that it's amazing the studio didn't collapse when the album was recorded. This all may sound like a bunch of grandiose hype, but we're dead serious. This album is absolutely amazing and could shake the foundation of heavy music as we know it. And for you record collecting nerds, the LP is pressed on six different colors. TRACK LISTING: 1. Fur Beach 2. Jones, From Indiana 3. I Slept With The Daughters And All I Got Was This Lousy Song Written About Me 4. And Then The C.H.U.D.S. Came 5. Mike Morowitz, The Fantasy Fuck 6. Nurse, Would You Please Prep The Patient For Sexual Doctor 7. I Don't Give A Shit About Wood, I'm Not A Chemist 8. Pants Meet Shit 9. Damn Those Bloodsuckers And Their Good Qualities 10. The Ghost With The Most REVIEWS: silencemagazine.com (Will Milne) Just imagine a guy screaming with some hardcore guitar and you have the idea. Daughters have only released one 7" under their new moniker; however, they released a few more short LPs back when some of them were As the Sun Sets. I've heard the daughters been compared to many things, one that sticks out being Nietzsche description in his book Zarathustra. Now, I can think long and hard, but one thing I can't do is connect The Daughters to Nietzsche. Its like an underground version of six degrees of Kevin Bacon that you just can't win. To me, they're more like what must have been going through Socrates mind after he drank the poison. The daughters are to grindcore what broadband was to dial up modems. There's never a dull moment in this CD. I can promise you, boredom will be the furthest thing from your mind while listening to Canada songs. That's another thing, why name your album after the country that causes blackouts. Time changes happen so fast and frequently, you'll swear you're car is a Delorean, and not your banged up little Honda Civic that you tried to "chink" out, but ended up just getting a spoiler that got partly stolen from some hoser kid when you were inside of a seven eleven trying to steal a six pack. So, if you forgot to take your Ritalin today, go out and buy the new Daughters album. exoduster.com This is the debut release for this Providence, RI noise-core band. That Providence - home to such like-minded bands as Lightning Bolt and Arab on Radar - produced this onslaught is not surprising. What is more surprising is that Daughters are less art and more trendy trailer-trash in visually aspects. Several of the members in Daughters were in the well-known hardcore band As the Sun Sets and thus there is strong pedigree. Although this five-piece could simply be the Locust's bastard cousin, the ten tracks (clocking in at eleven minutes) do contain a significant element of tightness and technical construction. It is not just random noise thrown together in a "cool" way and you have a notion they know what they are doing - which is well appreciated in this field. With several things in the works including a split with NYC Ex-Models, you are likely to hear much from these guys in the near future. Hold onto you 31G hats. CMJ News Music Report: issue 830 (Amy Sciarretto) Members of Providence, RI's Daughters did time in As The Sun Sets, which didn't exactly make a monstrous dent in the extreme metalcore community, although Daughters have been spewed about in the underground press for months on end. The band vomits out pummeling, arty, mathematically shaped metalcore and Canada Songs squeals with demented glee. Accented by guitars that could veritably be mistaken for keyboards and choppy shrieking that will leave your body and mind overwhelmed, Canada Songs blasts through 10 songs in a little over 11 minutes, and there is enough distortion packed in here to take out a small country. The artwork layout doesn't clearly define the song titles, but track number four will absolutely fuck the minds of its listeners. Think bands like the Blood Brothers and the Locust are artifying hardcore? Pfft. The room will be spinning and you'll be puking your guts up after one listen to Canada Songs. It's not evil; it's just sick. And that's just how we like it. indulged.com (Khris) Comparible to Ed Gein, Bucket Full Of Teeth, The Locust, Combatwoundedveteran and others within the same mold, Daughters (formed out of members of As The Sun Sets) present their effort "Canada Songs" that many call 'the most insane record ever done.' While I'm not sure if it's the most insane record I've ever heard, it's quite certainly up there, but there's more to Daughters then just noise. Coming from a fray of hearing an overload of albums along the same lines as this one, "Canada Songs" presents a refreshing touch on this style of core, may you call it grind or whatnot. High-tuned guitars and screechy vocals and beats that aren't just constantly crashing down on the snares mindlessly make up this album. Unlike other acts within the same vein, "Canada Songs" contains much more definition than about 90% of the grind albums I've heard as of late. Scales rush up and down on guitar necks which give a distinct mathy feel to this album, reminescent of The Dillinger Escape Plan. While only clocking in at just a little over 11 minutes, "Canada Songs" is a must-own for any fan of anything core. Daughters places theirselves way outside of other typical 'grind' bands that attempt what Daughters perform so mercilessly but tend to fail. Infact, I'm not sure how comfortably I can sit here and call Daughters a 'grind' band; seems like a dis-service. One track that really resonates Daughters' greatest would be track 6; "Nurse, Would You Please Prep The Patient For The Sexual Doctor." simply amazing. I can't imagine someone who isn't a fan of hardcore, or someone that hates anything screamy whatsoever digging this album, but however, you can say that for most hardcore, and other genres respectively with different elements. Given the album might even be a little too insane for certain hardcore fans, but for anyone who enjoys math-metal like The Dillinger Escape Plan, Ed Gein, or Ion Dissonance, or absolutely anything that falls into the vein of quick, loud, destructive core like The Locust (etc.) will immediatly fall in love with this album as I have. Like said, "Canada Songs" is a must-own for ANY fan of ANYTHING core or ANYTHING even remotely resembling core music. "Canada Songs" is indeed one of my favourite albums of the year. This album is quickly being bought up everywhere I look which has it, so quickly pick up a copy yourself. bettawreckonize.com (Tim Anderl) In honor of the 10-track, twelve-minute run-time of this record (their sophomore effort?), I’m gonna keep this short and sweet: Equal parts grindcore conniption fit, noise-rock cluster you-know-what, and lightening-fast tech metal hysterics, it seems likely that Daughters could be the attention-deficit, hyperactivity disorder suffering siblings of The Locust, Lightening Bolt, AND Dillinger Escape Plan. But it is also obvious they’ve inherited their sense-of-humor and propensity for breezy song writing from the side of the family with wings. "i slept with the daughters and all I got was this lousy song written about me," "pants, meet shit," "and then the C.H.U.D.S came," are a mere sampling of their quick wit. I was almost angry that it took me longer to read some of these song titles than to listen to this album, when I thought to myself, "Can I really be mad at a band who wrote a song about Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dwellers? Hells no. Well, when the C.H.U.D.s do come, they’ll probably eat the drummer because he is definitely the tastiest part of this record. Don’t challenge that mofo to an arm wrestling match or a foot race cause that sonofa B has been working out. Whew. theundergroundscene.net (Dan) Canada Songs, by the grind band Daughters is ten songs and eleven minutes long. This review will probably be in proportion to that. Daughters is a grand-core band that a LOT of people have been talking about lately, and with good reason. On Canada Songs, the band rips through ten songs, which range in length from 34 seconds to 1:53, in eleven minutes. Yes, the drumming is absolutely mind-blowing, just like most grind music. Yes, the vocals are screechy and very high, just like most grind music. Yes, the songs are all short and chock full of off-kilter time signature and tempo changes, just like a lot of grind music. Yes, the guitar playing is unique, interesting, and displays a lot of talent. Wait, that’s not like most grind music. The guitars on Canada Songs are what makes this band worth listening to. Listening to it, I find that there’s not that much typical standard guitar playing on it at all. There’s tons of finger rapping and glass sliding to be found on this album, and it creates a very interesting sound without ever becoming too much for the listener to handle. It’s never over-powerful, or a pain to listen to, which sets it apart from a lot of grind music. I can honestly say I’ve never heard anything like this before. As you readers usually see in my other reviews, I usually start going through the tracks one by one, describing them each and stating how good each particular song is. Well, here’s this part of the review for ya. "Fur Beach" is fast as hell and it kicks my ass. "Jones From Indiana" is fast as hell and it kicks my ass. "I Slept With The Daughters And All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt" is fast as hell and it kicks my ass. "And Then The C.H.U.D.S. Came" is fast as hell and it kicks my ass. "Mike Morowitz, The Fantasy Fuck" is fast as hell and it kicks my ass. "Nurse, Would You Please Prep The Patient For Sexual Doctor" is fast as hell and it kicks my ass. "I Don’t Give A Fuck About Wood, I’m Not A Chemist" is fast as hell and it kicks my ass. "Pants, Meet Shit" is fast as hell and it kicks my ass. "Damn Those Blood Suckers And Their Good Qualities" is fast as hell and it kicks my ass. "The Ghost With The Most" is fast as hell and it kicks my ass. Oh yeah, it’s the best track on the album. I hope you all get my point. It’s truly mind-blowing music, but like most grind, it loses it’s value rather quickly after a few listens. I would recommend it, though, to all of you looking for something new and interesting to listen to, even if you’re not really a fan of the genre. Come on, take eleven minutes out of your life and experience it. Do yourself a favor. Exclaim! (Chris Gramlich) Emerging from the ill-fated car wreck that was As the Sun Sets, Daughters absolutely obliterate all that dare come in contact with them in the space of under 11 minutes and 12 seconds with their "full-length," Canada Songs. Getting a lot of flack for being pretentious, arty, cocky and arrogant (you don't want to read their bio), which they may or may not actually be (it's just metal, after all, so relax), it's not bragging if you can back it up and Canada Songs brings the ruckus, and lots of it. Not a world removed from ATSS, but without, for the most part, the electronic segues and atmospheric constructions used to pad their releases, Daughters attack like ravenous piranhas, rending the flesh in a whirlwind of dissonant chord mayhem, frenetic chromatic scales, Primus-like moments of restrained almost melody and devastating split-second breaks and hyper-kinetic grind-derived runs. It's innovative, frenzied, barely controlled and absolutely breakneck, an unbelievably complex cacophony made even more so by their incredible drummer and serrated structures. Calling Canada Songs an "album" is an insult to albums, but after hearing how many ideas, runs, riffs and musical malevolence Daughters have compressed into 11-plus minutes, it equals anyone's full-length; 11 minutes of gold beats 40 minutes of crap any day. The Journal Review (Wade Coggeshall) So-called grindcore and math metal have become popular genres in the underground. With popularity usually comes stagnation, and then the masses move on to the next cool thing. Providence, R.I.’s Daughters, featuring ex-members of the decommissioned As The Sun Sets, are capable of being the ones to prevent those genres from being footnotes in heavy music. Music in these categories is highly pressurized, violently unstable, prone to panic attacks, seemingly a noisy, dysfunctional, anarchic mess to the uninitiated. Only those who crave something different and appreciate the art form conceptualize an order to the controlled chaos. Despite their appreciation, most would agree brevity is key to the sound. Daughters certainly took that to heart, rampaging through 10 songs (?) in 11 minutes (!). That in itself should give you some semblance of how monstrously merciless this full-length debut is. Music of this type also usually maneuvers through hairpin twists and turns, but Daughters is more about unleashing a pummeling barrage, then abruptly dropping off into some aberrant soundscape, usually the polar opposite of what you just heard. The drummer is all over the place, directing the carnage in myriad directions and pounding so many skins at once you can’t tell which is which, much less hear any pause between beats. Many of the guitar tones take on an eerie effect, sounding like the bastard spawn of Bernard Herrmann’s "Psycho" score. And the vocalist heads the mayhem like a feral wildcat with extremities caught in a hunter’s trap. "Canada Songs" may be the best thing to happen to extreme music since the diagnosis of ADD.