Grind My Gears – Fucked

Summer is nearly wrapped up over here so it's time to get right back into the miserable weather, miserable conversation and general misery of being in a Northern part of the world. Fuck the tanned people and their day drinking, fuck the sweaty patch on the small of your back, fuck the tourists who stop walking every two seconds on the street. It's high time for the grey, grim and gruesome to rear it's resentful head. This weeks entry into Grind My Gears might just be the most obtuse and vehemently bleak thing you'll hear the rest of this summer. I love that I get to write this next bit. Get Fucked.

Grind My Gears – Throat Breach

Firstly, by the time I actually came across this next entry into the Hall of Grind and decided to write about them, they released two more batches of hot shit, toxic grind. If this wasn't a sign from the Holy Grindfather then I'm a two-tone ska fiend. Throat Breach are every single bit as unpleasant sounding as their moniker but in just over a year have consistently released music as and when they feel like it. Presents for everyone indeed. Over the course of sixteen releases this Midwest branch of the Terror Squad have found a sound worth killing for. In like, twelve months. How many releases did you put out the last twelve months?