Convent Guilt s/t M-LP

Forget flash. Forget finesse. This isn’t about spotless production or Euro symphonic pageantry. This is Convent Guilt, which means pure, blue-collar heavy metal forged in the fires of denim, leather, and beer-stained bar stages. Born from the hands of Aussie underground warriors that spent their time in Shackles and Trench Hell, these guys cut their teeth on a fusion of NWOBHM, hard rock and pure metal and this is their love letter to the epic heavy metal of the '80s. Think Maiden, Priest, Manilla Road, Brocas Helm, even a dirty dose of Motörhead and Tank. It’s raw, it’s real, and it’s relentlessly riff-driven. This isn’t about reinventing the wheel. It’s about spinning it hard and fast down a dusty backroad. Tracks like “No Dawn in Lucifer’s Light” and “Killer Virgins” carry an unexpected emotional weight - somber, sluggish burners that slow things down just enough to pull you into the shadows before the next fist-pumper hits. And frontman Iron Belshaw, with his no-frills, workmanlike vocals, adds an honest grit that makes this stuff feel lived-in. Yes, Convent Guilt split up years ago. But guess what? They’re back. And if their return hits as hard as their previous stuff, the underground better brace itself. Convent Guilt is the sound of late night street fights, empty bottles, and dirty denim jackets worn thin. Catchy as hell. Gritty as the grave. True heavy metal for true believers.