There may be many questions about Trap Them, but there are only two answers. There is none more ugly and, most certainly, none more bitter. Trap Them didn't form in 2002. They simply cracked the hostile cocoon into something more than an idea. It became a living breathing monster, deadset on distortion. Founding members Brian Izzi and Ryan McKenney gave themselves no guidelines, no pre-conceived delusions of takeover, no aspirations of success. They wanted to create music and they wanted it to damage. They wanted to make to make it ugly and bitter.
A decade and six critically acclaimed releases (three EPs and three LPs) later, Trap Them have never strayed from the path they chose to walk. The music went from heavy to heavier, from dark to darker. Feral. Between every release, weeks and months were spent spreading the black gospel of distortion around the globe. They got in the van and called it home, continuously gaining attention and respect from their peers, touring alongside such varied acts as Converge, Napalm Death, Every Time I Die, Rotten Sound, Disfear, Toxic Holocaust and many, many more. They didn't blink twice before finishing a European tour, flying home, landing at midnight at Logan International Airport in Boston and then starting a straight, fifty plus hour drive to California the next morning at 8am to begin a tour with grind legends Extreme Noise Terror. Nothing mattered. They got in the van and they went. There was ugly and bitter music to play.
Now, in 2014, upon the release of their latest full length, Blissfucker, their second release for Prosthetic Records, Trap Them has once again established themselves as not so much a band, but an entity. Recorded in the final months of 2013 at Godcity Studios with long time producer (the unspoken fifth member) Kurt Ballou, the lineup was rounded out by new additions Brad Fickeisen on drums and Galen Baudhuin on bass. The session, three years in the making, resulted in what will widely be considered their opus, forty five plus minutes of an unrestrained, unmedicated, unapologetic display of depression, desperation and blasphemy.