Cascading hardcore-influenced punk from Seattle, Wash. Swelling guitars offset the building vocals until both break into ruthless, crashing waves of dissonant, destructive energy. It’s disastrous and triumphant. There’s just enough melody to keep it from spiraling out into an atonal blur, but anything that can be perceived as “catchy” depends entirely on how damaged the listener is. This is attack music. Reverse drug bust music. Smash the bank windows and light the dumpsters on fire; there’s no turning back. –Daryl (Dirt Cult)