FUSES

While the instrumentation rhythmically convulses with mathematic precision, as if conducted by Pythagoras himself, the fundamental geometry of Fuses is shook by the humanity spewing from singer Matt Holliday’s vocal. The push and pull of post-punk rigidity acts like a brutalist landscape of immovable architecture for the organic weeds of trauma to seep through and take over. Loop after loop of repetition turns the screw, developing an unrelenting sense of claustrophobia and urgency. Fuses is the soundtrack to a breakdown during a daily commute.