Boris

This self-titled release from Boris is a violent, necessary purge. It sounds like the walls of a small room closing in, rendered in high-gain distortion and frantic percussion. While the band is often celebrated for their slow-motion drone and ethereal shoegaze textures, this specific era sees them returning to the white-hot intensity of Japanese hardcore and crust punk. It is music made for a world in stasis, a sonic explosion designed to shatter the silence of isolation. The guitars do not just play riffs; they emit a constant, vibrating pressure that feels physical, as if the amplifiers themselves are struggling to contain the energy.

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