Abrasive early century hardcore pumped through a raw black metal filter...the chords, the distant, thundering drums, the piercing walls of guitars. Hell, maybe it's dissonant black metal delivered by punks and drenched in noise and frustration. Never mind the descriptors, HEDGEFUND existed for but a short blip near the start of the last decade, but left a few cassettes in their wake that deserve to not be forgotten by the tastes of time. "Portrait Of A Ruined Country" on repeat.
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