aughters burst forth, middle fingers raised high, with an unreal debut full-length of ultra-brutal grind-influenced screaming chaos. These songs combine so much so quickly that it's almost dizzying, but they somehow manage to hold it all together and still take it way up a notch. Immersed in a genre that's dangerously close to total overkill, Daughters are actually making technical and chaotic music original again, flawlessly combining thunderous drums with inhumanly fast blasts, squealing high-pitched guitars (that can almost be mistaken for keyboards at times) and absolutely manic screams to create a new form of heavy music that's simply beyond description. Necessary noise interludes allow the listener to catch their breath before the cacophony continues, with breakdowns so huge that it's amazing the studio didn't collapse when the album was recorded. This all may sound like a bunch of grandiose hype, but we're dead serious... this album is absolutely amazing and could shake the foundation of heavy music as we know it.

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