The guitars are dense, grainy, and switch between jolting, choppy stop-start breaks and driving powerchords in a single beat. This is punk, hardcore, with a sharp metal edge, propelled by blastbeats and laced with intricate noodling lead guitar-lines. Robert Doran’s delivery is raw-throated and angry, and abundantly conveys the bitterness of the EP’s title. There are – brief – moments of tenderness, but they only serve to accentuate the jagged force of everything else.
The vocals are a shade high in the mix, and impact of the sonic attack suffers a little as a result, but it’s a minor niggle: they’ve got the attitude, they’ve got the songs and they’ve got the execution nailed.
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