Exhaustion proves apt on second record Biker – an aural scouring with steel wool.
The abject onslaught begins with Blunt Eyes, a squalling black hole driven inexorably towards oblivion by relentless drums, guitars throttled, vocals chanted and howled. It’s a brilliantly dissonant morass of motorik brutality. There are varying shades of rust and decay flaking off the rest of the tracks too – the smash-and-stab psych of Silver Fog and the scorched earth atonal malaise of Twin Lights. When the “light” comes in the form of the relentless Haus Flipper, you know you are in good hands.
