The guitars and bass are fuzzed out and distorted as hell, the drums are on top of the beat like the whole thing could fall apart at any moment, and the vocals are quick desperate shouts in pure frustration.
This is:
Not rugged indie rock masquerading as punk.
Not Fitbit-friendly neo-crust.
Not flavor-of-the-month blackened råwpunk.
And not d-beaten death metal matched with
a shiny new pair of Nikes.
This is:
The most raging, off-the-chain, raw noise, d-beat punk
“to fight the nightmarish reality of inept politicians,
land stolen from indigenous peoples, gender struggles,
genetic manipulations, and impending nuclear war that we all live in.”
A sick record that’s guaranteed to bring an immense
dose of chaos, destruction, and ear-bleeding tinnitus
to your miserable lives.
Feel free to pop a couple of analgesics before you listen
Physical albums available from
obsrecords.com
released September 4, 2022
Guilty party: John
Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at omicron
OBS-39