Sweaty throwback twist 'n' shout hardcore that's too busy beating itself into intensive care to give a shit whether its spittle-speckled message is getting across. Similarities between OFF!—who hopefully aren't sponsored by the insect-repellent brand of the same name—and Black Flag are entirely intentional.
Esben and the Witch
Operatic, angelic transcendence; a skein of quaking cymbals, swarming choirs of disembodied doyennes; and prismatic guitar chords that solidify from soft mountain-stream runoff to polished slivers of amethyst, topped off by a friendly comet race along the rings of Jupiter.
So should we take up a collection for a new record-player needle for Aurist, or lobby the Limey noise sculptor for an extended paper-shredder remix of "Art"?
Desert Island Dicks
Consider this the ultimate Plunderphonics Olympics iteration of Joy Division's iconic classic, swatches of two dozen cover versions lovingly Frankenbitten into a surprisingly coherent, all-inclusive representation of the original.
Is this the wormhole you'd find yourself in if you stuck a stained-glass window in your pipe and smoked it? You'll never know until you try.