Pennsylvania Thirst rips like someone dug up a shoebox of '84-'87 demo tapes from York, PA and said "fuck it, this needs to breathe again". Dyer Harris grabs that reissue flying V, plugs in, and vomits out four tracks that feel like they've been sitting in a damp garage since Reagan was president. Teutonic chug meets first-wave black rot meets that greasy 70s proto-metal stink - think early Kreator getting drunk with Venom and then accidentally jamming an Iron Maiden Killers riff while a disco hi-hat sneaks in the back door.
No clean production here, thank fuck. It's muddy, it's loud in the wrong places, bass snarls like it's got a grudge, drums sound like they're hitting cardboard boxes with bricks. Solos wail and bend without giving a shit about perfection. "Haunt My Dreams" is the standout sicko: picture Paul Di'Anno screaming over Teutonic thrash while some pervert warlord ties up his PTSD with leather - catchy as hell in the most wrong way possible.
This ain't trying to be "innovative" or "modern extreme". It's a love letter to the shit that made us start wearing leather jackets in high school. If your shelf's got Endless Pain, Morbid Tales, Iron Maiden '80-'82, and you're pissed the new stuff's too shiny, this scratches that exact itch. Feels like it belongs in a 2 bucks bin at a record show next to crusty Celtic Frost boots. Recommended!
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