I'm sure it undercuts my credibility that I compare so many bands to Pretty Girls Make Graves, but damn if that particular brand of lady-shouting and buzzsaw/chiming guitars doesn't remind me of (the legendary) Good Health.
This is Good Health with a rocket attached, pure sprint, completely relentless, packed to bursting with riffs and starts and stops and swerves, banging repetitions that can't justifiably be called choruses, no time for pretty interludes or reflections. It's exhausting at 22-minute and wouldn't be better with more, a clockwork killer with crannies I've yet to unpack 3.5/5
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