this album is grime given form. these songs are not played, they’re puked. the guitars most often chitter and buzz in a frantic struggle, suspended above the gurgling engines that make up the rhythm section; relentless and crushing. from the first second it’s no secret that this won’t be an easy listen. throughout stag party a phone rings off the hook in no particular pitch, at a steady pace that’s constantly at odds with the tempo, which refuses to sit still on its own. ... read more
say what you will about the french their black metal is flames