Hongo is a four piece sludge metal band, in earlier times strongly influenced by screamo and crust punk, now playing a darker and more metallic sound with suffocated vocals.
The band born as it is in 2000 in A Coruña, Spain, in those times their line up wasn’t really formalized. First Hongo show was in 2002 in A Coruña at a place called Bar Egeo with SL’S3 with Mejuto (Madame Germen, Ictus) on drums, David (SL’S3) at the guitar, Ernesto the other guitar, Barrós (SL’S3, Destierro, Asfixia) bass and Diego screaming.
Lately the line up changed when Ivan (Nashgul) joined to play drums and Emilio was added as a 2nd voice. 2004, In this moment Hongo recorded their first material at Studios Bonham in A Coruña.
Little bit after, Ruben (Madame Germen, Black Panda joins to play bass. Diego and Emilio left and now Hongo is a four piece band.
Hongo recorded their first LP “Formas de Vida que se Precipitan hacia su Destrucción” in 2006 and a shared LP with a french sludge band called Aguirre
In this project, they try to expose sincere conclusions to humanity’s guidelines and behaviours, urged by mechanisms of development of social interaction (and everything which it involves for example sociability, economy, work, suffering, wars, deaths, deaths and more deaths…) that shouldn’t exist, used to reach the so longed-for well-being state… at all costs?… at the expense of what and how many?"
There's a lot to be said here when describing this band. One of the forefronts behind the latest (not really) subgenres of punk, neocrust, Hongo have managed to broaden the aspects and set the bar for other similar bands. They have been in the Spanish DIY scene long enough through various side projects and have had quite enough experience in not being your stereotypical crust band. You can't really describe them with a few words but their musical range goes anywhere from melodic death metal to screamo. Lets just say they're Hongo.
There's something you'll notice first about Hongo that you'll either love or hate: the vocals. The vocals are the EPITOME of the band. Hell, it even took me some getting used to be eventually they'll grow on you. Their lyrical content is filled with the fallacies and misfortunes of mankind. If this won't make you feel like shit then go outside and look at at the world around you. The combination of the bleak heart-wrenching vocals and dark downtuned guitar playing on this album will be enough to have you banging your head in frustration. One thing that I was REALLY digging were the ISIS-esque riffs in Máquinas de tortura, but without all the bullshit pretentious Aaron Turner crap involved. If you've ever listened to Reflections of Internal Rain think ROIR Army Barmy. Unfortunately, the album is missing a god tier post-rock/violin outro like on Formas de vida que se precipitan hacia la destrucción but it makes up for it with a passionate one.