Ben Pittz is a nice guy. It'd be hard to peg him as the swell kid next door, however, if the judgment were based on a To Be Eaten show, what with Pittz's thick, red dreadlocks whipping through the air as he bangs out wicked metal guitar libations between stints of growling through an un-effected microphone. It's a bit intimidating, no doubt, until the song ends and Pittz's soft, regular-dude voice squeaks in and he works the crowd with a polite "Hey, guys. Thanks for paying attention." But this is the secret charm of the balls-out, goat-horn-inducing three-piece. Lacking in theatrics or posturing, Dead Man Seize takes the band's punk roots and sticks them into the gritty, tech-savvy depths of heavy-handed hardcore. It's a crossbreed of aggressive underground cultures that gives wildly different sects of music fans a chance to headbang in the same room together. And that's just plain nice.
Recommended For YouPowered by SailThru
If you like this story, consider signing up for our email newsletters.
SHOW ME HOW
You have successfully signed up for your selected newsletter(s) - please keep an eye on your mailbox, we're movin' in!