A huge slab of ugliness here which takes some familiar elements and contorts them into something a bit more novel. The baseline appears to be post-HHiG, post-Trap Them metallic hardcore, bringing together bulldozer crust, blackened sweeps and the occasional sludgy bounce. The leavening agent, though, takes the form of awkward, angular digs and jags that recall the less popular, less profitable side of Hydra Head’s early-to-mid-00s oeuvre (think: Knut, Craw, Keelhaul). These cruel twists of the blade help raise the band’s game, and the ferocious, genuinely hostile delivery serves to well and truly hammer their noxious message home.
