Hailing from the southeast, No Cure are an experiment in what happens when you take a group of talented, dedicated, and angry people with a shared ambition, lock them in a cabin in the woods with some recording equipment, and ask them “How do you really feel?”.
“…For the Stainless Steel” isn’t a pristinely crafted, meticulously-produced, overwritten work of art. No, those concepts are deliberately discarded, not to misrepresent this album’s core; determination, anger, and frustration. No Cure leaves nothing on the table, every message coming through loud and clear. A history worth of influences culminate in an identity that bridges the gap between the D.C. sounds that started it all and the modern-day results of 40 years of evolution in the genre, produced with all the authenticity of old-school death metal. “…For the Stainless Steel” is an aggressive, unrefined, unapologetic masterclass in turning ferocity into music and is not to be missed.
