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Child Bite

Child Bite

Jul 14th 2018 @ The Empty Bottle

Chicago, IL
Saturday, July 14th, 2018
8:30 PM
The Empty Bottle
Chicago, IL
$15 // 21+UNSANECHILD BITERASHBRUGES----------New York City’s UNSANE assisted in pioneering a more aggressive, less studied version of noise rock one that blended the scum/art industrial sturm und drang of Foetus, the Swans, Einsturzende Neubauten, and Sonic Youth with a decidedly ore straightforward hardcore idiom. While developing the blueprint for noise bands to follow, UNSANE cut a remarkable swath through underground music, inspiring a devoted, cult-like following around the globe. As a power trio, UNSANE relied upon a hammering, power-press rhythm section, a searing Telecaster howl, and distorted vocals that resembled a chainsaw cutting a steel beam. Chris Spencer (coals, guitar), Dave Curran (bass, vocals) and Vincent Signorelli (drums) are responsible for well over 2 decades of aural ruination, with no intention of letting up anytime soon. CHILD BITE, a gnarly powerhouse from Detroit, is sure to tickle your fancy, especially if you fancy getting knocked in the face by a face-melting, neo-industrial-noise-rocked quartet. Featuring the genre-defiance of DEVO but with signature doo-wopping-human-Theremin vocals, CHILD BITE return to the Bottle for the first time since 2014. These aggressively playful (or is it playfully aggressive?) lads put the "ram" in rambunctious and their angular, brain-bashing attack will surely knock you on your ass.Four-piece noise brutes RASH brings their gruff mix of noise, punk and hardcore. Signed to High Fashion Industries, a DIY label run out of Chicago, RASH has proven themselves as a vital force in the underground punk and hardcore scene. With four progressive releases in four years under their belt, the band has no intention of slowing down.BRUGES features members of Angry Gods, Den, and Moral Void paying worship to repetitive noise. A pummeling onslaught of noise like an ooze-covered wrecking ball, swinging sludge back and forth onto your unsuspecting soul. Prepare to be fucking obliterated.