Bandit - Siege of Self

Someone's been huffing Human Remains and I'm here for it. Grinds viscera with a whipsaw but rocks a carnival irreverence for melody. Not overly dense in tone or production, but brimming with punk piss and vinegar. Just loose enough for you to catch whatever unholy fucking rhythm is boiling up in here. Witness the ignominy of being beaten to death with a toilet plunger.