Fucking hardcore. It’s great. It’s crunchy, chaotic, and beautifully ugly. It’s ready to knock out your teeth with one well-aimed fist and send you sprawling into a bloody heap on the ground. You just can’t beat the likes of Converge, Trap Them, or Great American Ghost; they’re just too good at what they do. But when I come across a hardcore band that can go toe-to-toe with any of those latter bands, I pay attention. Dearborn’s Hollow Earth is one of these bands, with a sound that is surprisingly singular in a scene full of bands that can sometimes lack a real musical identity, and a host of incredibly talented musicians behind it all.