‘They sit in their numbers projecting deceit, consumed by denial as failures repeat, the process works to affirm conceit, performative speech disguises beliefs’.
Raw, distorted, noise-infused hardcore that is skilfully honed through a more metallic filter to ensure that the driving riffs are deployed to maximum effect. Powerfully forthright vocals and an uncompromising, lock-step rhythm section complete the sonic picture. A fierce fusion of Permission and Frisk represents a decent yardstick, as socio-political themes are explored through suitably dark imagery.
This is a brick. Absolutely solid hardcore that while raw, doesn’t make the mistake most raw hardcore does: this has riffs. Songs that jump at you with disciplined simplicity, and sometimes tilt into psychedelic loops. Production is massive, without scrubbing off the noisier peaks. This record doesn’t fit comfortably in any particular “era” or region of hardcore, but things that came to mind were: “See Nothing…” Discharge and Framtid, with shades of Boston bands like Mind Eraser and Scapegoat.