Gort deals in some serious downer noise rock—think Unsane with 1/3 less the manpower but no less sonic bombast and caustic sludge-mongering in the offing. While it may, indeed, be the most “traditional” of the bands guitarist Frank (who has previously raised much ruckus with Spread-Ego, The Naggs and the mighty Cascius Clay) has been a member—the two-man set up may prevent him from veering off on some noisy approximation of a “solo” lest a given song to lose its structure—he more than makes up for structural limitations by slathering cohort Brad’s big-beat wallop with grime ’n’ virulence. Is it something you’d wanna play at yer sister’s quinceañera? Probably not. Unless, of course, you wanna see the grown ups head for the hills in terror.