Take the perma-drear of Criminal Code’s pedal settings, the backyard-gig-Lol-Tolhurstism of Generación Suicida, the vocal projections of Eagulls’ more aggressive tracks, and you have a debut record that shines through the most bitter darkness. And while the overall tone may feel like it is appropriately paired with solitary self-reflection, some of these tracks are straight-up bouncing pit anthems. Wet hair and running mascara transcendence. Music to lose and find yourself with. –Daryl (Dirt Cult)