"Four years in the making, Acid or Blood is a furious return for these demented purveyors of noisy, violent post-hardcore...it's the insanely thrashy, throat shredding intensity that will bring you to the table, and when faced with a choice like Acid or Blood, it's important to know they're serving up a loud and tasty feast." - Outburn

"Acid or Blood is a total genre gangbang with metal, hardcore, sludge and art-rock all getting chances to unload...with drums like a zombie pounding on your roof, and guitar sounds that are either caterwauls of feedback or riffs heavy enough to sting your gums." - Decibel

"Racebannon claw through avant-hardcore like a pack of rabid mice through cheese-flavored poison, sputtering and cranking the guitars, sound-effects and thunderous white noise..." - Alternative Press

"Just when you thought the hardcore scene had gone to pot taking itself too seriously, along comes a bunch of clowns to turn the genre over onto its back and fuck it up like a turtle in a tiger cage." - Chart Magazine

"...Racebannon's rock is a well-bred bastard..." - Vice Magazine

Midway between a deleted scene from River's Edge and the resurrection of Frankenstein to unleash havoc upon the villagers that put him under, the Racebannon sound is one of many disparate influences that blend seamlessly into one lethal cocktail of hatred and aggression, draped in a cerecloth of pure molten rock that is as unforgiving as it is pulse-quickening. Indie rock? No. Metal? No. Hardcore? No. Noise core? No. Racebannon? Yes. It really is that simple. Hesh enough for any mosh pit, yet cerebral enough for the art palate, Racebannon attack with the heave and punch the endtimes dictate while still keeping things fresh and original. Love or hate, there is no ignoring the 12 guage barrage of riffs, screams, and drums.

It's hard to believe that four years have passed since the needle has dropped on a new Racebannon record, but soon this injustice shall be rectified. Wars have been waged, lives lost, celebrities in and out of rehab, civil liberties eroded, and androgyny has placed its painted nails around the neck of the rock monster, strangling creativity and passion. Never mind that weak shit: hail the return of the riff! Hail the return of the real rock! Acid or Blood proclaims the return of the underdog champions of the massive riff! For a time, pinpointing Racebannon's activities was more difficult than finding Bin Laden, but the group never broke up, and never went into seclusion. They've been busy constructing new material, eating asphalt and shitting out rock, heading out on their first jaunt overseas, and inking a new contract literally (and liberally) signed in blood with their new label, Southern Records.

With a distinctly Midwestern work ethic, and an absolute refusal to bow down to the forces of status quo, adversity, or inferior riffage, Racebannon emerges a rawer, meaner, leaner killing machine, hell-bent on blowing out the ears and minds of listeners strong enough to stand the audioerradication. Now, as 2008 shows its ugly face, Acid or Blood blasts raw and ruthless molten fury from the Cannon: Bannon into the unsuspecting heads of the musical elite worldwide, and shifts perceptions of what is "heavy," "cerebral," or "arty." The core creative nucleus of Racebannon has remained unchanged, but the music has become deadlier and more destructive. No wimping out, no breakdowns and no keyboards: just pure, unbridled aggression channeled through amplification, voice box, and drum set.

2008 will see Racebannon's most caustic, abrasive, fluid, and balls-out riff-heavy endeavor Acid or Blood, drop, and with it a new vantage point for all that is unfuckwithable. 11 tracks of unchecked emotion (recorded by Mike Bridavsky of Russian Recording and mastered by Bob Weston) unfurl as the band unleashes its working-class destruction without a care in the world for convention or marketability. Songs like "The Hard Way," "Terror And Dread," "Translucent Lifeforce," and "Vampyric Solution" showcase this killing machine at their most lethal and original. It's been a long time, but they never really left. Those times when there was only one set of footprints in the sand? Acid or Blood was carrying you. But just in case you didn't get the memo, Racebannon doesn't give a fuck what you think, and make sure you take your shoes off when you step on their carpet. Brace yourself for the impact of Acid or Blood, which will take no prisoners, and make no apologies.

- D.Britts