Welcome to Rotten Falafel, your go-to digital dumpster fire for the nastiest sounds in hardcore punk, grindcore and extreme metal plus other delightful filth scraped off the cultural floor.
I'm not here to review deluxe box sets or cry about low Spotify royalties. I'm here to celebrate the blastbeat, glorify the riff avalanche, and sniff out bands that sound like they recorded in a gas station bathroom (on purpose).
What you'll find:
Bands with names your mom shouldn’t hear.
Riffs faster than your attention span.
Drummers who need therapy (but won’t go).
Live footage, noise worship, DIY gems, and genre-agnostic filth.
Zero clout-chasing. Zero clean vocals. Maximum snarl.
No labels. No rules. No refunds.
Just pure sonic chaos, curated by someone who owns more patches than clean socks.
Subscribe if you like your music loud, your humor dark, and your falafel rotten.