Artist Info: Dactyl

Teething, as if from a vacuum sealed Amphetamine Reptile time capsule, cracked open after ten years in the deep void, holds court with volume and distortion at any and all costs. That’s a damn good thing, as Dactyl, like Hammerhead, Guzzard, or bands of that vintage, hits with weighty weirdness, keeping sonic bombast alive and well, freed from imprisonment in emo detention centers worldwide.
This is the Baltimore quartet’s debut, and it fits the Reptilian mold perfectly, cast, shaped, kiln-dried and mammoth in size. [read more...]