Die Choking have upped their grind game a bit since I last heard them, with things sounding beefier, more hectic and permeated with a grubbiness I’d generally associate with bands like Sanctum or Skaven. Grind being grind it clips along at a fair old pace, the flat-out brutality riven by quicksilver flickers of jagged dissonance and occasional whorls of bleak atmospherica. Decent, in a word, and ear-catching enough for me to be peeved that I’m not able to see ’em when they blast through London later in the month.
