Boi, they went all fucking in. Musicianship is sloppy, dude is less screaming than extracting his lungs outta his rib cage, and production is shitty yet incredibly fitting. Basically, everything that should work against this kinda does the opposite: it's sloppy and raw and thus it has got a certain haunting quality to it, with specific moments hitting super hard, like the end of "Untitled 7". Not fully convinced that this is an essential early 2010s skramz record, but it's an interesting one to check for y'all craving moar skramz.
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