Fogbank [Redacted] cassette
The band self-describes as “psychosis-induced hardcore,” and sometimes it’s a good idea to listen to the artist’s mission statement, ya dig? I hear tough hardcore breakdowns, I hear deranged Midwest basement punk, I hear modern squirmy punk, I hear wildly primitive sonic abuse. Taking jerky art-punk freakouts (“Fang”), tough guy mid-tempo stomps (“Mimic Chest”), and off-the-rails ‘core (“Wound,” “Parasite”) and making the whole thing sound cohesive and urgent and demanding is no small feat. These deranged Ohio mutants condense Neanderthal hardcore into balls of distorted USHC fury. This is dirty denim with shoelace belts. This is “lost your job because you forgot you were even supposed to go to work.” This is struggling to leave the fukkn house because you just…can’t.