how do you even sort this into a genre. let me try to explain. vocals that sound like exit order on steroids, chunky bass lines, crisp pounding drums and the guitars has this spaced-out fuzz…
you know that feeling when you're walking down the street at dusk, heading towards dark red clouds on the horizon, and you need to find the exact right music for that moment? put on hete. trust me.
pyrex crawl out of the new york city gutter dragging every ugly influence they can get their hands on - early thrash, crass records post-punk, the city's own hardcore legacy - and somehow weld it all…
new york punk heavily soaked in the early 80s uk scene - sacrilege demos, varukers, potential threat. you know the drill, or actually maybe you don't, because this hits you harder.
where do i even start with this one. s. and k., children of the iranian diaspora, family on both sides of the autocratic barrier - and you hear every bit of that weight in these songs.
