So welcome to your sonics and sleaze. Dance like your last grind depends on it. This is the Best of ’22.
Grind
“This track is a blast up of guttural sludge, rib-splitting hollers, and crueller-than-thou crunched up gut driven licks. It’s a filth guided grind of destruction…”
Dig in and ingest and digest. Here’s this month’s high delights for your pleasure…
A gutterslung duo of smoke-smothered sand-blasted southern-stomp rock. A raw dirtbomb squalor of holler and grind. Gnawed gurning riffs, hymn crushing hooks, and a mean blast of bloody punch drums.
Rats on the Run 