Review via Punk News
Burners have been tearing it up on the Atlanta circuit lately and the trio finally brought Feast to light after garnering some attention with their fervor and aggression on their local routes. They've neatly shaped an EP that's blended fast-paced punk and skramz quite efficiently with heavy bouts of screamo stuck in, a combination that works well.
"Feast" brings out the best of their skramz vibe, across which Nathan Streeper's voice hurls. It's his shrill vocals and incoherence that somehow manage to make their distorted sound appeal to the listener. Streeper's guitars also stand out, and he's vocally backed by bassist Zachary Hobbs who lends to the screamo effect as well. "The Act of Seeing with One's Own" brings out a slight Dillinger Escape Plan tone that drummer Alan Hamilton exposes with his berserk wailing on the kit. He comes off as highly energetic and never misses a beat.
The slick guitars niftily accentuate what Propagandhi fans may flock to in Burners. "Problem Solved" and "Blackened" extend on their screamo sound and it's resolute how nicely it comes off. It's not as cohesive at times but by the time "Battery" comes around, you appreciate the record for what it's accomplished. 'You set me up to watch me fall' is yelled repeatedly in remonstrating manner and it hits home - Burners wanted to display their knack for placing their musical talents into a kerosene barrel and igniting it. Fast, furious and worth the listen. Feast isn't as polished as it could have been, but it's really impressive.
Review via Latest Disgrace
I missed out on Burners’ “Feast” EP when it first came around back in February, so I’m stoked local punk imprint No Breaks Records decided to release a 7″ version featuring three songs from the record along with an unreleased bonus track from the same sessions. Musically you can expect fast-paced melodic hardcore full of propulsive riffs, chunky rhythms and throaty vocals that aim squarely for the gut. It’s nothing you haven’t heard many times before, but the band plays with a scruffy and reckless exuberance that’s especially endearing to older dudes like me who grew up on Lifetime and Avail. The six-song EP comes and goes in a whirlwind 13 minutes, and while it doesn’t exactly show the angular ingenuity of the trio’sBodyfather side project, there’s still plenty here to get amped about.
Review via Maximum Rock N Roll February 2014 Issue
BURNERS give you four short songs that walk the line between spastic pop-punk and hardcore. Maybe more like pop-punk folks playing hardcore. Vocally, it's mostly a nasal yelling, but in an intelligible way. Musically, there are some straight ragers and some jerky emotional yet heavy stuff, but they're at their best when they go straight for the early PROPAGANDHI sound. Not that it really sounds much like it, but it kind of makes sense that the sleeve is printed on the back of a FOR SCIENCE record cover.
Review via Razorcake Issue #80
From the moment the title song blasts off, this record tears through styles and time signatures so fast that I could hardly keep up for the first couple of listens. Each song seems to span at least three or four tempos ( most of which clock in between "thrashing" and "blistering" ), technically overwhelming in the best way. Here I am thinking I am in for a mathy take on melodic hardcore, maybe tinged with with that yowling brand of nerdy early-2000's emo, when suddenly the group vocals kick in and it's a raspy-voiced pop punk anthem, and then the guitar goes sailing off into a metallic tapping frenzy and it's all over ( but not before channeling Kid Dynamite for exactly four seconds, out of nowhere ). All this to say that Burners nearly defies comparison, though the chaotic stop- start arrangements remind me of Fig 4.0 more than anything else. This is something special, some of the most technically proficient and interesting DIY punk i've heard in a long time. Apparently this is a three-piece, so the rest of us might as well pack it up and quit music. Just wish this came with a lyric sheet.
Burners have been tearing it up on the Atlanta circuit lately and the trio finally brought Feast to light after garnering some attention with their fervor and aggression on their local routes. They've neatly shaped an EP that's blended fast-paced punk and skramz quite efficiently with heavy bouts of screamo stuck in, a combination that works well.
"Feast" brings out the best of their skramz vibe, across which Nathan Streeper's voice hurls. It's his shrill vocals and incoherence that somehow manage to make their distorted sound appeal to the listener. Streeper's guitars also stand out, and he's vocally backed by bassist Zachary Hobbs who lends to the screamo effect as well. "The Act of Seeing with One's Own" brings out a slight Dillinger Escape Plan tone that drummer Alan Hamilton exposes with his berserk wailing on the kit. He comes off as highly energetic and never misses a beat.
The slick guitars niftily accentuate what Propagandhi fans may flock to in Burners. "Problem Solved" and "Blackened" extend on their screamo sound and it's resolute how nicely it comes off. It's not as cohesive at times but by the time "Battery" comes around, you appreciate the record for what it's accomplished. 'You set me up to watch me fall' is yelled repeatedly in remonstrating manner and it hits home - Burners wanted to display their knack for placing their musical talents into a kerosene barrel and igniting it. Fast, furious and worth the listen. Feast isn't as polished as it could have been, but it's really impressive.
Review via Latest Disgrace
I missed out on Burners’ “Feast” EP when it first came around back in February, so I’m stoked local punk imprint No Breaks Records decided to release a 7″ version featuring three songs from the record along with an unreleased bonus track from the same sessions. Musically you can expect fast-paced melodic hardcore full of propulsive riffs, chunky rhythms and throaty vocals that aim squarely for the gut. It’s nothing you haven’t heard many times before, but the band plays with a scruffy and reckless exuberance that’s especially endearing to older dudes like me who grew up on Lifetime and Avail. The six-song EP comes and goes in a whirlwind 13 minutes, and while it doesn’t exactly show the angular ingenuity of the trio’sBodyfather side project, there’s still plenty here to get amped about.
Review via Maximum Rock N Roll February 2014 Issue
BURNERS give you four short songs that walk the line between spastic pop-punk and hardcore. Maybe more like pop-punk folks playing hardcore. Vocally, it's mostly a nasal yelling, but in an intelligible way. Musically, there are some straight ragers and some jerky emotional yet heavy stuff, but they're at their best when they go straight for the early PROPAGANDHI sound. Not that it really sounds much like it, but it kind of makes sense that the sleeve is printed on the back of a FOR SCIENCE record cover.
Review via Razorcake Issue #80
From the moment the title song blasts off, this record tears through styles and time signatures so fast that I could hardly keep up for the first couple of listens. Each song seems to span at least three or four tempos ( most of which clock in between "thrashing" and "blistering" ), technically overwhelming in the best way. Here I am thinking I am in for a mathy take on melodic hardcore, maybe tinged with with that yowling brand of nerdy early-2000's emo, when suddenly the group vocals kick in and it's a raspy-voiced pop punk anthem, and then the guitar goes sailing off into a metallic tapping frenzy and it's all over ( but not before channeling Kid Dynamite for exactly four seconds, out of nowhere ). All this to say that Burners nearly defies comparison, though the chaotic stop- start arrangements remind me of Fig 4.0 more than anything else. This is something special, some of the most technically proficient and interesting DIY punk i've heard in a long time. Apparently this is a three-piece, so the rest of us might as well pack it up and quit music. Just wish this came with a lyric sheet.