This one is a face-ripper!
Though each band clearly has their own style, the whole is as cohesive as it is crushing, exquisite as it is eviscerating.
Like all good grindcore, listening to Interstice is an abrasive journey, like sliding down a sandpaper waterslide.
Who is currently doing a better blend of anti-music? Go ahead…I’ll wait.
…it’s low-fi powerviolence in the style of California bands like Despise You but done up Detroit style, with all the added filth, fury, and weirdo tech-y sounds that the Dirty D would bring to such a table.
While the band is musically ugly, confrontational, and catastrophic, it is ultimately just the Mad Max vehicle for their message.
A reality TV star is president, an extremely infectious disease is ravaging the entire earth, and an old rapper makes new music with a noisecore band from the south. You couldn’t make this shit up.
Sheer sonic obliteration.
These are sparse composition reliant on emotion and passion, with anger being the primary. Make know mistake though, when you’ve had a tough day and just need to come home, vent, and flail for awhile, this is exactly what you want.