As cattle we march. As wolves we roam free. As cattle we're slaughtered. As wolves we prey. Next in line, we wait for death. Next in line, they cut our throats. Next in line, the butcher awaits. Next in line, the silent machines. They take their knives to our throats and with bags on our heads we bleed. Selling voices and souls they line us up. Selling voices and souls we line ourselves up. They raise their knives to make us bleed, with bags on our heads.
Polish noise-crust outfit eschews the big Tragedy-esque riffs still popular with their US counterparts for scratchy claustrophobia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2016
The Chicago punks seem intent on defying any hardcore conventions, focusing instead on communicating pure disgust for the rotting world around them. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 1, 2022
Rerelease of this pummeling Swedish D-beat/crust LP from 2012, with the hallmarks of the style at its best— heavy riffs and righteous fury. Bandcamp New & Notable May 18, 2021