Urgent-sounding modern hardcore like J. R. Ewing, Sick Of Silence or Refused when they decided they were ‘the shape of punk to come.’ Short, sharp, songs tinged with hope and a sense of conspiracy. Energy and emotion, the melodies splashed alongside well-placed discords. Yelled vocals and subtle noises burped from the belly of some electronic device or other. I like this quite a lot. And so, probably, will you.