Bleed The Pigs' side of the disc is full-on sprinting, grimy extremity. Vicious, blown-out instrumentation and manic, throat-shredding vocals alternate between racing to the cliff to jump and vicious thrashy breakdowns. More so than Thetan, BTP introduce elements of noise and structural meltodown while still reveling in filthy grooves. Time to mosh yet? Sorry, fuck you, it's over.
Bass/drums duo Thetan whip up an unholy racket that is this weird mix of precise and rashly ill-tempered. No song is over two minutes yet somehow they find the time to fit in these micro jams that are incredible. Vocals are delivered in an urgent, shredded scream. Two collaborative tracks are beyond visceral and seal the deal that this is state of the art powerviolence. These days, if you pay even the slightest attention to the world, anger is less a gift than a fucking obligation.
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