Their name – an acronym for Young And In The Way – has always been a headscratcher, but the racket these ‘meddling youths’ purvey makes it obvious that candlelit violence, black metal and metallic hardcore is a big portion of how Friday nights are spent at their Charlotte, NC compound.
Their influences have matured; whereas it was once obvious that BM was a genre of recent discovery, When Life Comes To Death leans more towards the atonal sear and reverb wash side of the equation.
There’s still a filthy edge on the likes of Embrace Extinction and Fuck This Life, but album three draws inspiration from the machine-gunning, Norwegian second wave. That they direct Shadow Of Murder and Take My Hand towards introspection with delicate mournfulness illustrates the band taking steps at both expression and expansion.
