Hitting an ugly mid-way point between sludge metal and hardcore, Scare hate the universe and make no bones about it. Things roil and thump, the band coating gnarled, gnashed vocals with tar-drowned riffs like some kind of Primitive Man / Cavity / Mantar amalgam. Grooves are deployed, but not in a knuckleheaded, shit-eating-grin sort of way: there’s nothing remotely cheerful or freewheeling here, and rather than trying to sweep you along with these bouncier moments the band seem, instead, to be doing their damned to bury you alive with them. There’s precious little let up to be found, though the two ‘Doomynation’ instalments have a meditative, cyclic vibe that, weirdly, put me in mind of late-period Lungfish. This idiosyncrasy, of course, makes me like them all the more.