Born of lockdown and unlikely to win any new friends when it finally does lurch out into sunlight, Casing is a one-human project steeped in nihilism and hatred. The huge, clumpy riffs make me think of 90s AmRep rock, but torn through a fucked up filter that includes sludge, power violence and noise. Vocal blurts contend with on-the-fritz electronics, while blister-like bubbles of negative sound seep at the edges and threaten to burst at any moment. There is no joy or levity here, just a relentless torrent of poisonous unkindness – a very foul thing indeed, and one that sits comfortably alongside the likes of Intensive Care, Full Of Hell, Gasp and Suffering Luna.