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BROOZER / Press

“The hardest hitting band in Australia, Broozer, pounded the audience into submission with their no holds barred heavy metal. This was one heavy fucking band, and this is on a bill with Clagg and Monarch to follow. The drummer was a flurry of movement and crazy face contortions, it was hard to look away.”

“With their uniform of blue wife-beaters, the Broozer lads looked like they might want to crack a few skulls as they stepped up to launch their killer 12.4.12 slab, but all they punched out was a crushing set of stripped back, raw as hell sludge metal like a bar-room meeting between Iron Monkey and Motorhead, a take-no-prisoners battering ram of riffery. Banter was minimal as they let their music do the talking, stomping all over the now fairly decent sized crowd with a bone-jarring and hard as nails assault, but by the end of the set no one was hurt and the building was still standing. ”

“Good lord, these guys make a racket for a three piece, and whats more, its a damn impressive racket at that. 12.04.12 is seven songs packed with sludgy riffs mixed with cautious, loaded, ominous off beat breaks and a terrifying technical proficiency that sees the band demanding that you viciously nod your head while they simultaneously mock most of your attempts to keep up with their heavy, off-kilter grooves. 'Vomisa' with its extensive stoner-influenced fretwork, is jaw-droppingly hypnotic beneath bassist/vocalist Retch Bile's self-abusive scream; 'Bland' is anything but, chance for drumer Dario Amati to show his versatility across pummelling beats and more nuanced flares and intricate fills. And while, for the most part, this is just over half an hour of everything-turned-to-11 metal, closer 'Bulac' reveals the bands ability to employ some more considered dynamic exchanges to great effect.”

“The sound from Bruce Ibbotson's Gibson, driven only by two pedals (i'm assuming they're labelled "hard" and "fucking harder"), feels as if it's tearing a hole in his amp on its way out. The sound is that fat. It really is visceral. The vocals are the epitome of doom. Singer Retch Bile's gutteral delivery, with his menacing stance and rolling eyes, is like something out of a horror movie. Yet surprisingly, it's not at all overpowering. It sits perfectly low in the mix between guitar and bass, while the whole thing gets driven along by Dario Amati's rampaging drums, song after song.”

“Stepping up next were the night's guests of honour, Melbourne lads Broozer. These guys are yet another power trio, and were armed to the teeth with monstrously, impossibly huge riffs teamed with blue wife-beaters and pure amplification. Broozer pounded away at their set with prestigious enormity, burying the crowd under wave after wave of drone-inflected sludge-ridden doom like a local and more underground version of High on Fire, but without Matt Pike’s belly blubber. ”