From the mind of one of grind’s foremost thinkers comes a vision of brilliant, dissonant doom. Whereas Wake mold grindcore into masterfully twisted forms, Mind Mold exploit and transfigure the despondent arts. Squirms like a slab of melodic melancholy butchered by blasts of gorgeous discord. Psychotic diatribes plying hammer-smashed sludge, splashing searing black ichor into your soul. Lumbers and sprints in spasmodic bursts, sowing the desolate ways with hardcore irreverence and remarkable riffs. This short sharp burst of creativity is expressed with anxious immediacy, a feat no pure doom adherent could fathom. Behold, sharp blade sinks deep into dull minds.