U.I.S. U.I.S. cassette
Are we entering a new age of Mysterious Guy Hardcore? Did it ever go away? There isn’t much online about the shadowy figures behind this five-song EP, but it rips. Mining similar aural terrain (probably caves, maybe catacombs) as HOAX and CULT RITUAL, filthy shit-fi production reigns supreme here. Nasty, serrated guitar riffs and leads that hint at extracurricular studies in metal, coupled with ultra-raw vocals, create a gnarled full-aggro churn that demands repeated plays. Bleak and disquieting, I look forward to what comes next.