Band:	Inhale Your Hate
Album:	Terrorized By Reality
Style:	Hardcore
Release date:	June 25, 2010
A review by:	Thryce

01. Terrorized By Reality
02. Flames Of My Vendetta
03. Lie By Lie
04. Endorsed By Respect
05. Horrified Gaze
06. Separate
07. Russian Roulette
08. Through The Eyes Of God
09. Disconnect Your Heart

Hardcore/Metalcore
Recorded: Tabun Studio, Italy 2009
Label: SG Records
Total Running Time: 33:11


Ready for some serious ass whooping?! All right, let's get goi... Wait, no? Wow, that's an unexpected answer... Then I don't think we should see each other anymore. I'd like to say we could still be friends and all... but we both know that's not going to happen. Ok, bye bye then.

Right. Now that we got that out of the way, have I told you about my new lover? It's actually more of a crush... literally. In short, Inhale Your Hate are a brutal metalcore schooled band that got injected by a seriously lethal dose of aggressive hardcore (got all that?). Violent hardcore with some serious metal edges, basically. Needless to say this has an "I'll fuck you up, puto" atmosphere written all over it.

Despite its tasty tough-as-fuck attitude, Terrorized By Reality is the kind of elbow-to-the-face that doesn't make you lose three IQ points with every spin. I mean, sure, it's a pretty package without much substance. If you heard a few songs, you practically heard the whole thing. Nonetheless, the band seems to have a certain air of maturity to them, giving the album some spice, character and weight. On the flip side, the album is too often too mid-paced, has maybe too many breakdowns and perhaps too many fillers (two useless songs is two too many on such a short album) to make a long-lasting impression on the listener.

Inhale Your Hate are the kind of band that get things going on the opening slots of concerts. A band that gets the job done in an efficient manner by simply unleashing their demons. They make you as explosive as a Jean-Claude Van Damme-embodied suicide bomber dropped in the moshpit. In the heat of the moment, you even think they sound supremely awesome. Then you totally forget about them and never hear of them again.

So Inhale Your Hate might not be marriage material. Still, any time I'm in need for some good ass whooping, I know who to call.