Choke

This is music that exists at the redline. It is a relentless barrage of distorted guitars and percussion that sounds like it is trying to break the hardware it was recorded on. The vocals are less about melody and more about a visceral, physical release of tension, delivered with a grit that feels entirely unpolished and urgent.

What sets this apart is the sheer lack of compromise. While other punk acts might lean into pop hooks or polished production, this sound remains rooted in the grime of the DIY circuit. The rhythm section is a punishing engine of d-beats and overdriven bass lines that provide a skeletal, muscular framework for the chaos above it.

Start with 'It's Hard To Talk Shit, With No Fucking Teeth' if you want to experience their most concentrated burst of aggression. It is the perfect entry point for anyone who finds catharsis in high-speed, high-volume noise that refuses to apologize for its existence.