
Seven tracks of unpolished, abrasive metallic hardcore. A gritty, lo-fi document of a band finding their voice through chaotic riffs and dystopian imagery.
Before the radio hits and the makeup, they were just a bunch of kids making the rawest hardcore imaginable.
A cold, mechanical aggression that feels like a desperate struggle against an uncaring system.
The production is built around lo fi than this artist usually allows.
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