Woah, weighty ol’ slice of wax here – just about as heavy as some shitty LPs I’ve acquired over the years and liable to pop your shoulder out of joint if you’re not careful – remember, lift with your knees, not your back!

The Body begin with an ominous drone and distant drum clatter before screeching vocals and a plummeting bass emission boom forth for a few minutes’ worth of malevolent repetition, changing tack slightly for a violin’s weary creak and some distant female vocals to enter the fray and adding a deeper layer of sorrow to a brew that was bleak enough to begin with.

After that morbid display of sloth Get Killed ratchet up the pace with some manic youth crewish hardcore that has a distinct lack of airs and graces, neatly complementing the Body’s slowmo doom with their white-knuckle thrash and serving to pep your spirits just enough to brave giving the Body another listen. Cunning, eh?