‘The Long Walk’ is like having someone grind their thumb into your eye as they reel off every poor choice you ever made. It cackles and hectors and heaps its endless scorn, the vocals like one elongated sneer being wiped across crackling industrial trudge and four-note riffs that grind away until the road runs out and the wheels fall off. Like life, it is gruelling, unforgiving and thoroughly exhausting. Unlike life, there is a strange purifying sense of reward to be found here – you just have to weather a vile, violent, self-hating storm to find it.
