Antagonistic LP Holocene Extinction from metallic hardcore group Terminal Nation is a furiously indignant record, hell-bent on eradicating a broken system and its leaders.
Engineered by Jason Tedford and recorded at Wolfman Studios in Little Rock, Holocene Extinction was mixed by Ryan Bram of Homewrecker Studios, mastered by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege (From Ashes Rise, Integrity, Noisem), and completed with cover art by Adam Burke, with additional art by Valentine Duran, and photography by Kurt Lunsford.
America is undeniably a horrific dumpster fire, continuously accelerated by racial injustice, pedophilia, a pandemic, and kleptocracy – all led by an orange coward. As always, the hardcore scene has no qualms addressing these issues directly and clearly, a theme that reverberates throughout Terminal Nation‘s new LP Holocene Extinction.
“Cognitive Dissonance”, titled after the mental discomfort that occurs when a human holds two or more contradictory beliefs, values, or ideas, quickly builds with short, angry grunts resembling the havoc of old-school warfare. In today’s state of the union, examples of cognitive dissonance are in surplus as subscribers to Christianity vomit cries of “all lives matter!” in dispute of equality protests and requests for basic human rights. Showing off their range with solid high throat growls and crushing mid-range yells, “which side will you be on?” takes the first shot in this story of carnage.
Bringing in rapid-fire snares and precise leads guitars towards the end, “Arsenic Earth” bursts through with the suggestion of mankind’s upcoming extinction with the question of “how much can we endure?” before the album’s title track takes over. “Holocene Extinction” is a haunting, melodic track fueled with anger and exasperation shared by progressives and delivers a rage-inducing chant that teeters slightly offbeat, though not enough to feel displeasing.
//You cannot save a world that refuses to be saved//
Singles like “Master Plan”, “Leather Envy”, “Death For Profit” and “Caskets of the Poor” use a wide spectrum of vocal abilities from fast speech patterns to slow whispering growls to bring forward more important global issues Terminal Nation seem more than capable of exposing. Openly outing America’s governmental master plan of oppression focused on further invalidation, gentrification, and blatant murder of minorities, “Revenge” is a show of well-deserved force with wailing guitars, maniacal laughter, and a threat that reveals the band members’ age-range: “fuck around and find out”.
Want to hear what the end of the world sounds like? Listen to “Expired Utopia”.
While the 31-seconds of intermission offered in “Thirst to Burn” feels misplaced and much less methodical than the rest of the tracks on Holocene Extinction, it’s a fast burst of anger that, in turn, could represent the emotional turmoil progressives can’t find a proper place for. A familiar take on our population’s general reliance on medication for normalized brain patterns is personal and revealing, displaying Terminal Nation’s true commitment to providing an open space for discourse and self-realization in “Orange Bottle Prison”. As the figurative world burns through “Expired Utopia”, slow instrumentals paint a scene of the Earth finally giving way and crumbling into a cloud of planetary dust, brought on by the human species’ lack of regard for the effects of our actions. Want to hear what the end of the world sounds like? Listen to “Expired Utopia”.
The second single released prior to the full record, “Disciple of Deceit” is the strongest track off the record, throwing jolts of religious examples at white people begging to be oppressed with “you wouldn’t know oppression if it nailed you to the fucking cross”. The track’s deep organ-backed chants draw directly from organized religions and their ultimate failure to create love and unification, instead bringing hate and division tied together with a pretty white bow on a silver platter.
Terminal Nation’s Holocene Extinction is a storm of resentment with meaningful, developed substance, created by the band’s internal torment. This LP provides listeners with the venom needed for an encounter with America’s orange devil and his followers.
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