VOLATILE WAYS
Australian export Volatile Ways aren’t here to fuck spiders. Which, for those unfamiliar, is just a fancy (and regionally specific) way of saying that they don’t like to fuck around.
Their songs are short and to the (hollow) point, the riffs are cinderblock-heavy, and frontwoman Emilly Beekmans’ caustic vocals sound like they’re patched in from the darkest depths of Hell itself. It’s no filler, all killer, delivered as blunt-force sonic trauma.