With a name like Pupil Slicer, you’d be right to assume this London trio aren’t purveyors of jingly-jangly neo-folk, rather the sonic equivalent of the pain their vivid moniker suggests.
The slow, ominous fade-in of opener Martyrs is the only breathing space afforded here; slowly, nervously stepping into the firing line of a hulking murder machine, armed with machine gun drums and frenetic, maniacal guitars that garrotte your senses. It’s a suffocating listen from start to finish, offering no respite amongst the wretched Ghost Bath-esque screams, guttural belches, and Protest The Hero inflected rhythms that laugh in the face of time signatures and cohesion.