Some people just get it wrong. If the boys of Roñoso were walking down the street, mothers would pitch their babies into traffic before exposing them to the gnarly dreadlocks and general scruffiness of Greg Markham (bass, vocals), Miles (guitar, vocals) and Mike (drums). I don’t want to blow their cover but despite gutwrenching vocals and heavy crustcore, the three are some of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet. Time and again I’ve seen Roñoso volunteer for the sacrificial opening slot so touring bands can play to the larger late-arriving crowd.
photo by Jamie Drummond
As the ‘burque show scene goes from good to bad and back again there’s never a lack of complaint: The scene sucks, nobody cares, where did all my friends go? That however is more prevalent in the bar scene which Roñoso avoids like New Mexico’s own strain of bubonic plague. The hardcore/ crustcore/grindcore/ whatevercore scene is amazingly tight and takes care of its own. Traveling bands never lack for a couch, an enthusiastic crowd or a vegan pizza. Sure, everyone has their differences but hospitality and courtesy is rampant. This is unfathomable to the ordinary citizen who can’t see past “Satanic” lyrics and pictures of skeletal remains. Roñoso refutes its sordid visuals. The band is down with seitan not Satan and write songs about the real evils of society: environmental degradation, mass media and, most horrifying of all, indifference.
Available via download and on glorious vomit-colored 45 rpm 12” vinyl, the latest Roñoso self-release seep and destroy sports the humorous song titles we’ve come to expect from these Marx Brothers of mayhem like “mayonnaise torture”, “furry toes aflame” and “earth…that septic orb”.
Show your support and go to the show space variously known as The Coalmine, Wunderkind and Ungrind for Roñoso’s tour kickoff and record release gig. Please note that the space is in a residential district and all-ages, with all that implies. Don’t fuck it up.
No one has ever accused me of knowing anything about hardcore or metal (and rightly so) but I’ll take one Roñoso over ten Ozzys anytime.
Roñoso, Reference Man, Prison of Sound
Friday July 23, 2010
1016 Coal SW #3
originally appeared in Weekly Alibi