I could probably spend a month hitting overlooked Midwest '00s hardcore bands (I won't), so let's roll from Chicago over to NW Indiana and blast DURESS. There's a hollow fire to the way this 2008 is recorded - drums resonate with an early '90s SoCal power (yeah, that kind of power), distant and in your face at the same time, and that forms the foundation for the way the rest of this motherfukkr hits. Which is so say: hard. There's only like five minutes of music on this monster, plenty of chances to savage everything around you and clench both fists while screaming at the ceiling. And breakdowns? And breakdowns. Check the opening 19 seconds of "Guilt" and tell me you don't want more from life.
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