These guys are/were from Las Vegas, and the fear and loathing kind of shows through.
The first thing that strikes you about their music (and by strike, I do mean like with a blunt heavy object) is the sheer unrelenting savagery of it. And in the early days, this was arguably the only real move they had; they were just another math/metalcore band, with a sound somewhere between Botch and Converge.
Wind forward a few years, and at first it seems like little has changed; the face-peeling brutality is still very much in evidence.
But there's an added dimension to the music. Slow bits, the occasional melody. And reading the lyrics (because there's no way you can understand the vocals) reveals the misanthropy, despair, depression and isolation at the heart of everything they do. And you realise that its been there all along, hidden behind a façade of guttural screams, chainsaw riffs, and funny song titles that make you think it's all just a bit of fun.
Or maybe it is all a bit of fun, and they really are just a hardcore band from Nevada. Here's a rough-as-fuck video of one of their last performances.
Come on. We're waving the white flag.
Come on. We're calling in sick.
I don't want to be a part of anything.
That ever feels like this.