PYREX - BODY

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 into something that feels entirely their own.

another killer record from a group that doesn’t seem capable of slowing down. eight songs, tight as a fist, and every one of them dripping with dread.

the vocals are overdriven and mean, pulling you into some paranoid, unsettling void and refusing to let go. the noise and effects aren’t window dressing either - they’re load-bearing, propping up a sound that’s too snotty and too punk to ever get swallowed whole by the post-punk tag, even as those elements scratch and claw through the wreckage.