Victims

One day, it would be great to sit every one of those bands that think they're heavy, dirty, angry and volatile down in a room and play something like Victims to make them realize they're really a bunch of outright panzies. While never garnering so much as a lick of respect in their 14 years, these guys are still hammering out some nasty hardcore/metal crossover, in the vein of Discharge as pushed through a barbed wire filter woven from Dukes of Nothing, old school Coliseum and so on. It's basically where acts such as Lords garnered their vicious simplicity while still making it unique. At that, A Dissident is the band's latest excursion into the pits of desperate ferocity, riffs with girth dark matter envies and bellowing from the epicentre of emotional turmoil. Hitting all of the requisite adjectives, the album is incredibly fast, short, feral and combative, yet feels so focused in its upheaval that it renders one virtually speechless while still rushing for repeat listens. Sometimes it would be nice if music could actually be explosive, then an album like this would blow false metal to shards.