Label: Throatruiner Records
I’m convinced that the main reason Plebeian Grandstand aren’t talked about as one of the best black metal bands of recent years by more people in the underground is simply because of their image. Whilst the likes of Portal present themselves as unknowable Lovecraftian demons, and Deathspell Omega seek to revel in obscurity, and stage names are taken as standard in black metal, the members of Plebeian Grandstand go by the still uncommon practice of listing their birth names. I hope I’m wrong, but if the (lack of) image is what causes most metalheads to pass over Plebeian Grandstand then it’s their loss, and their records – especially most recent album False Highs, True Lows – are excellent.
Restlessly aggressive, and filled with a sense of chaos that is as terrifying as it is wondrous, False Highs, True Lows is an album utterly absent of fat or superfluous elements. Even so, the band still somehow put a sense of tension and texture in to their music, though the over-riding impression is – rightly – of an incredibly physical, cathartic listen, even if it can be very difficult to take in in a single listen. It’s a highlight of discordant, unorthodox metal in recent years, and deserves to be huge.