A.M.P. owns you. That's about all you need now.
*Note - This "bio" was written for one reason - every single label, zine, web site, or random reviewer of musical material that grants the privilege of critiquing others' product requests some sort of biographical fact sheet. I'll never understand this ritual, or why it's even remotely necessary, but here at Upstate Enterprises, we aim to please. We hope you enjoy the following fluff. - TCD
In this wondrous dawn of the new millenium (notice catchy buzz phrase), popular music has blossomed into the glorious, plastic, digestible marketing feeding frenzy that the ad guys for Crystal Pepsi could only dream of. Consequently, bands with unnecessary DJ's, eight drummers, and jumpsuits with matching backwards hats have become all the rage with the kids that think school sucks and are full of angst because their parents don't understand why they just have to have that eyebrow piercing. How is this relevant? It isn't, but neither are bio sheets.
Enter Abraham's Meat Plow. No frills, no Ja-Fakin' dread boys behind turntables, no retro sneakers, no covers of bad 80's songs, no God awful silly costumes, no gimmicks. Five guys from the heart of Appalachia with a love for making the joyful, and seemingly forgotten noise of straight up heavy metal. Without embracing the "hey, I used to like Skynerd, so I'm all about that southern redneck rock" horse shit, these boys deliver the real deal. Living in the bosom of Mason Dixon, A.M.P. truly proves that real heaviness is alive and well, just obscured by bullshit commercially friendly, big pants, genre mixing New Kids on the Block with guitars and bad tattoos. They are hell bent on returning the focus of heavy music where it belongs; on honest to God heavy metal bands. Ideally, after hearing A.M.P., you'll entirely forget that smut like Chimp Bisquick ever existed. But I digress.
A.M.P. began as Impending Doom in Hagerstown, MD in 1992. After receiving a cease and desist order from another Impending Doom on the west coast, the band adopted the moniker Abraham's Meat Plow, taken from one of their early songs. After the obligatory line up changes, original members James (guitar), Mitch (yelping), and Tony (bass), continue to kick out the bourbon soaked tractor rock with Jeff (skins), and Troy Noiznbergr (guitar).
Somewhere in this babbling mess, it's expected to drop some influences. So, at this time, A.M.P. would like to acknowledge the following influences from the inception of Impending Doom to present time: Slayer, Black Sabbath, Old Milwaukee Light, Cannibal Corpse, Scissorfight, pornography, Brutal Truth, David Allan Coe, Tree, kind bud, Karma to Burn, Harley Davidson, Jack Daniels, Anal Cunt, Beretta, John Deere, and a hatred of Fred Durst.
'Nuff said. Upstate, motherfucker.
Check out the artist's website:
http://www.abrahamsmeatplow.comTrack List:
1. Legend
2. Honor System
3. Stihl Standing
4. Slowly Burnin' Out
5. Destro's Revenge
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