Pechblende "Collapse"

In the history of all deemed "gut-wrenching," few recipients actually manifest more than tummy flutters. Quebec's Pechblende, however, disciples of Planes Mistaken For Stars' gristle-punk distortion, paralyze like a length of rusty razor wire tearing through the viscera. There's a grisly intensity to Collapse, violence lurching between peristaltic plodding and horror film hemorrhagic explosiveness.

The recording oozes bile, a swamp of guitars and drums forcing out short, black encrusted bursts of bleakness, the lead vocals vomitus barks. Collapse doesn't feature long solos and clean, happy reprieves for broad appeal. It's is an unapologetic symphony of agony, and it's superb. If you want to "feel" Ebola without soiling your white wears, this is the your album.

Internal distress at its best: "Consent"

Buy Collapse at Tuned To You Records