The Mechanical Hand (Rsd) by Horse the Band (Record, 2023)

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Product Identifiers

Record LabelMkhv, Mnrk HEAVY
UPC0634164690014
eBay Product ID (ePID)16070893627

Product Key Features

FormatRecord
Release Year2023
GenreHeavy Metal
ArtistHorse the Band
Release TitleThe Mechanical Hand (Rsd)

Dimensions

Item Height1.00 in
Item Weight0.20 lb
Item Length30.80 in
Item Width12.35 in

Additional Product Features

Number of Tracks13
Country/Region of ManufactureUnited States
TracksBirdo, A Million Exploding Suns, Manateen, The House of Boo, Heroes Die, Softer Sounds, Octopus on Fire, Soaring Quails, Taken By Vultures, A Rusty Glove, Sand, Lord Gold Throneroom, The Black Hole
Number of Discs2
Sub-GenreHeavy Metal
Notes2005's Mechanical Hand fine-tunes HORSE the Band's entire operation. Erik Engstrom's keyboard still guides these songs, and often recalls the mechanistic, gawky robot feel of '80s video game music. But Engstrom and HORSE the Band recall the 1980s in general, too. "Manateen" is incredible. It starts out by ripping off the same tubular Duran Duran groove that's responsible for the Killers, but shifts garishly into an angular post-hardcore screech, like a noisier version of what Fugazi were doing at decade's end. Horse aren't finished. "Manateen" goes on to crash soft synth melodies into righteous hardcore, and despite these jarring parts and sounds, Mechanical Hand never sounds as fragmented as R. Borlax. The experiments continue. Arrows whiz by, men scream, and drawn swords rattle over the rolling snare of "Heroes Die"'s intro; it soon becomes a monolithic metal trudge. Shades of Iron Maiden, Brainiac, White Zombie, Converge, Dig Dug, and Mario Cart bare their teeth on "House of God" and "Octopus on Fire"; the keyboard stabs away, the guitars ring with something approaching anthemic or at least thickheaded glory, and Nathan Winneke's vocals go from yowl to growl to snark in the twist of an elbow
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