The best music comes from people who have something to say. A lot of the time, the things that these musicians want to say aren't easily digestible. The whole "tortured artist" cliché exists for a reason after all; art in its purest form is the expression of emotion and the most prevalent emotions in the world's best art are misery, melancholy and malevolence. This is a bit more high brow than a regular introduction to Grind My Gears, I know, but this week's artist performs with a fervor and ferocity that draws from the most vile of mistreatment. The subject matter of mothmother's devastating debut \ˈpe-sə-ˌmi-zəm\ isn't light, so be warned.