Where they from?
Chicago, IL. I cannot survive another Super Bowl involving the New England Patriots. Please, football gods, do not make me experience the displeasure of seeing Dave Portnoy high-five Robert Kraft in a fucking skybox. This country has been through too much recently to handle yet another horror. Help me, Jarrett Stidham, you are my only hope.
Why the hype?
This band is definitely more firmly death metal than most of the bands who appear in this column, but I feel like they are special enough to warrant recognition. The group shrieks and warbles its way through the horrifying corridors of mental anguish in a way that would make Gorguts proud. Every track is a roller coaster of bleak agony with a flare for the memorably dramatic. As far as I can tell, the group seems to focus its attack around the theme of mental health and depression and in doing so creates a putrid stew far more haunting than most typical purveyors of death metal.
Latest release?
Battle for the Mind, self-released. In a socio-political environment where desperation and depression run so thoroughly rampant, this band has touched the rawest of public nerves. You don’t need to have read the DSM-V to be able to identify with the themes of loneliness and alienation presented so nakedly on the album. All I will say is I will definitely be bumping this band boy when Drake Maye gleefully accepts the Lamar Hunt trophy this coming Sunday. We are all doomed.
Battle For The Mind by Degenerate Synapse
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