Review
Instead of erupting into immediate fury, the forty-nine-minute runtime unwinds through deliberate spatial restraint, letting unadorned jazz drum patterns and bare guttural vocalizations stew before any distorted guitar enters the fray. That patient tension in "Miserable No Life King" and "Streets" establishes a fractured rhythm that defines the album's trajectory: linear passages that avoid standard verse-chorus repetition in favor of sudden, sharp pivots into dense palm-muted dissonance.
By the time the sprawling nine-minute weight of "A Bustle in Your Hedgerow" arrives, the record deepens its volatile structural logic. Jason Nitts’s drumming acts as the central connective tissue, steering unpredictable tempo lurches between doom-paced chugs, intricate blast beats, and spacious mathcore cadences.
The latter half maintains this restless momentum through the electronic-tinged, off-meter polyrhythms of "Novocaine Grace" and the jagged crests of "Narco Cavalier." Rather than collapsing under its own complexity, the album resolves on "Pathetic Wish," winding down the sonic battery back into the uneasy symbiosis of mellow percussion and raw vocal abrasion that set it in motion.
