Not to make this too Detroit-regional, but take the belt-whipping of Negative Approach (buckle at the biting end), expose your back under the dim, disorienting fluorescent light of Cleveland’s Homostupids, then feel the sting and the blood trickle down the back of your legs onto the plastic sheet. Bruised, pained music the color of dead fields, the sky before an earthquake, and wounds that never heal back to their original shape. Intense, splintering, exact, splattery, and penetrating. It’s hardcore. It’s progressive. Silk-screened cover. Released by the band. It’s highly recommended.
–todd (Self-released, billbondsmen.blogspot.com)