DEBUT EP - AVAILABLE NOW
Enter into a blasted land of the undead greens with Golf Corpse's self-titled debut EP - a soulless odyssey that unleashes thrash metal onto a zombie-infested golf course... set immediately after the apocalypse.
Each track swings a haunting blow to the face of survival with overwhelming force, as Golf Corpse grips listeners by the throat and refuses to let go.
From the blistering riffs of “Tee Time To Die” conjuring tales of certain doom - to the bellowing threats of “Southern Hills”, the band wreaks havoc on those left alive to listen...
Golf Corpse punishes audiences with a hellish tour through infected fairways and a scorched horizon - where the only rule is: to shred or be shredded.
Recorded and mixed in Hamilton, Ont. & Halifax, N.S. by NONANON.
Cover art by Gillian Cole.
Mastered by Will Putney.
Golf Corpse - EP
Full EP playlist on Golf Corpse's Youtube.
Music & lyrics video for "Tee Time to Die" from Golf Corpse's self-titled EP.
REVIEWS
“The self-titled EP gives you a meaty peek into what the band is all about: crushing tones in a spry pace.” [THRASHLIST]
“The EP sure is easy on the ear with its catchy riffs and throaty gurgles.” [METALFORCES MAGAZINE]
THE BAND
In the wastelands of a post-apocalyptic world, remnants of civilization lie in ruins and the undead roam desolate golf courses. Amidst the bodies strewn along the northern hills emerge the agents of chaos: Golf Corpse.
Born from the ashes of Hamilton, Ontario, this thrash metal gang has spent the last two years shredding through the chaos, and now they're ready to unleash their debut self-titled EP upon the world.
Dropping June 07, 2024 - the EP infuses darkened themes of golf and zombies together into a hurricane of annihilation.
And while they threaten to vent their first release, Golf Corpse is ready to hit the scene with a vengeance.
With a summer set to deliver electrifying performances in the underground bunkers of the Canadian wasteland, the group is hungry to thrash and bash the crowds of their newfound fans.
This band of unalive golfers is poised to melt stages, courses, and minds alike. Brace yourselves for the onslaught, as Golf Corpse heralds the apocalypse one riff after another.
