“If you held a gun to my head and forced me to name the ’00s-era band I’d pay the most to reform, I’d go with the Canadian metallic hardcore band Cursed. (They wouldn’t bite, though.) Stitching together a tar-black presentation, grindcore-level intensity, and melancholy melodicism that gestured towards black metal without ever really touching it, Cursed released three of the best post-2000 records in any style of music. I mention them because Cowards essentially bear their sonic mantle now, which means I love them. It’s not a perfect parallel — Cowards are more overtly metallic than Cursed, and they swap out the latter’s apocalyptic politics for a vulgar sense of humor. (“Still (Paris Most Nothing)” features vocalist Julien Henri singing about tattooing their label’s name on his junk, to give you an idea of the level of discourse here.) But I mean the comparison as a sincere compliment, and Cowards are an incredibly satisfying listen — as tersely efficient and direct as heavy music can get, with a marvelous riffing sensibility that’s as despondent as it is catchy. This tune’s sludged-out back half offers a grisly sort of loveliness that you don’t find often, even in styles that specialize in it. Cowards make beautiful music for ugly times, laughing hysterically as we all plunge into the void.”

The Black Market: The Month In Metal – November 2016