The vitriol on Pure Disgust’s first LP couldn’t be more justified. On “Slander Me,” vocalist Rob belts, “When will brown bodies get the respect we deserve?” It’s a question that demands an answer. You have to be living under rock, inside a cave, in another galaxy to be unaware of the unmitigated police violence in this country: Eric Garner, Terence Crutcher, Philando Castile, Michael Brown—all people of color killed by police. “They’re not here to serve and protect / They serve the rich and protect the wealthy,” Pure Disgust cry out on “Agents of the Machine.” But their message is amplified by jaw-dropping, blood-boiling hardcore. The U.S. capital is where they call home, so it makes sense that they are a dead ringer for Washington, D.C.’s The Faith. Alongside G.L.O.S.S., Pure Disgust makes hardcore dangerous and purposeful again. –Sean Arenas (Katorga Works, katorgaworks.bandcamp.com)