Ugly, pissed off lo-fi punk/ hc junk fom the rainy westcoast of Norway
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A dead rat floating in a bucket of sour milk. A necrotic flesh wound infused with the grime that has accumulated behind a poorly-maintained public toilet. Sushi prepared by Ebola-infected roadkill collectors in a Lithuanian slaughterhouse. All things that are slightly cleaner than this latest slab of blackened hardcore from Norway’s Witchface. Dumbass metal writers too often turn to images meant to evoke disgust, in an attempt to convey the force of the music that they’re describing, and I have succumbed to that unfortunate and unimaginative practice. I’ll just blame Witchface, because this is the sort of thing that cuts right to my lizard brain. Give it a chance to ravage yours if you’re so inclined.
- The Necro Files