it's not treading new ground, i suppose, but more-so beating you over the head hoping to anything it'll make something click into place. the shrieked cries might not add to these snippets, shorter courses that altogether make something greater than their sum would otherwise be, but they don't diminish that painful helplessness at all. it's the pure loudness of it, really, that pulls it together—the quick splits, subtle variations in addition and subtraction, anthemic choruses of screams, all compound upon each other to create this.

my (in)experience in metalcore might weigh what happens here oddly—but Poppy's incredibly (magnificently) strained performance on Suffocate, the one-track percussive left hook on The Calm That Keeps You Awake that comes across as primevally hair-raising, and the comparatively, brutally contemplative (or, as contemplative as you can seemingly make this sound palette) Sit & Mourn, are all executed and arranged, 'planned' but intensely immediate, in a way i cannot overlook as simple beatdowns. this was premeditated. and it's as visceral as it can possibly be looking in towards.