Austin’s The Sword takes the doom of past heavy metal sludge units like The Melvins and dutifully updates the methods of madness with riff-heavy power houses and thunder drums. It’s nearly hypnotic, the classic throwback to the metal of yore, complete with mythical references to kingdoms and dragons. The band’s called The Sword, for chrissake. “Age of Winters,” the band’s debut, is harrowing and demonic, all the best things and everything you’d want from a trio of dudes singing about wolves. Distorted-guitar, rapid-fire palm-muting galore, the pounding rips through your skin, as does the brief, though awesome, metal-guitar solos. Pure death and destruction, The Sword’s power comes from its influences, and the fear and terror just doesn’t quit, impossible to ignore and frightening to embrace. If you miss this show, you’re a fool. (Tom Lynch)
July 24 at Subterranean.