‘They dispossess us, Try to fix it, Around a cup of tea they already spat in, A presentation, Always a circle, Dreamy plantations you’ve always been longing for’ (Concrete’s Discipline)

Slumber Between Rotten Walls tells the story of how the all-pervasive forces of real estate capital are reshaping the cities that we live in.  Homes become merely units to realise investment yield.  Communities are told that they no longer warrant their place in the heart of the city.  Infrastructure becomes governed by the demands of segregation and surveillance.

This is the first vinyl release from Toulouse’s Nohz.  Their savagely blackened hardcore perfectly embodies this cycle of decay, deceit, and displacement.  The guitars are bleakly atonal yet also cleaner than we might expect, the scrappy leanness of the riffs eliciting unexpected thoughts of black metal suffused garage punk.  The burly rhythm sections injects a limber swing to the battery, while the bestial, echo drenched vocals dissect a world that is slowly dissolving around us, our histories erased by the shameless pursuit of profit.

The searing opener Concrete’s Discipline sets the tone with an unforgiving authority, and it is one that is remorselessly maintained as Nohz sweep from the groove fuelled Broken Teeth, to the venomously cascading squall of DPDR, and the melancholy flecked Dull Crown.  A darkly insidious debut.