CHYLD
When I was a kid my Dad used to take me to this crummy place in backwoods eastern Pennsylvania called Port Carbon to watch auto races. We’d sit on the log bleachers and watch a young dude with the exotic name of Ehrmann Fulk beat the pants off the other dilapidated sportsters.
CHYLD
New Metal
Poison Penns
George “Metal” Smith
When I was a kid my Dad used to take me to this crummy place in backwoods eastern Pennsylvania called Port Carbon to watch auto races. We’d sit on the log bleachers and watch a young dude with the exotic name of Ehrmann Fulk beat the pants off the other dilapidated sportsters. Sitting there in the hot sun with Fulk’s spinning rubber spraying clay and mud into our birch beer was very heavy metal.
The track has been closed for a number of years but less than a mile away, four buddies called Chyld (John Joseph, Bib Haslam, Joey Lee D., and the enigmatically named Rez) have produced a new album, Conception, which maybe even Ehrmann wouldn’t mind giving a spin. Surprisingly, it’s found a home at New Renaissance, Ann Boleyn’s developing indie whose catalog is more than top heavy with thrash. Surprising because Chyld don’t thrash. Not even a little.