Perhaps Dwid Hellion, the sole constant member of long-running metal and hardcore confounders Integrity, is a perfectly amicable fellow. I've never met him. But when Hellion steps behind a microphone, he sounds like the meanest motherfucker on the planet. No matter how intricate his backing unit's mix of punk rock pummel, death metal agility and doomy lurch gets, he overruns it all, shouting out in a voice so full and corporeal that it makes a guy like Fucked Up's Damian Abraham sound reserved.
Integrity's forthcoming Suicide Black Snake is an urgent and inscrutable broadside, shooting through 10 songs with the crazed insistence of a band trying to distinguish itself on a debut. Integrity again makes a mess of genre borders, even adding forelorn harmonica to a song that starts like Slint, visits the blues roadhouse and eventually erupts into a Neurosis-sized wall of roar. Don't miss this band's rare visit.
The opening cast draws similarly crooked lines between heavy metal and punk rock; Gehenna, Full of Hell and Young and in the Way share the bill. —Grayson Currin