Audio By Carbonatix
Over the course of human evolution, the sight of blood has become something that induces revulsion instead of hunger. The men of Unsane, then, are unabashed throwbacks; Blood Run, the trio’s fifth full-length, is an orgiastic blast of pure noise that guzzles gore like some Paleolithic misanthrope. But it isn’t all slope-browed splatter-core. Since forming at the end of the ’80s, the group has unleashed a string of records as cunning as they are cutthroat, a specimen of math-riddled metal that acts as the missing link between Rapeman and Helmet. This new disc is no different; in fact, it’s virtually indistinguishable from its ancestors. Bass lines still grind like sharpening knives, guitars still veer from algebraic atmosphere to flesh-pulping aggression. And leader Chris Spencer’s stomach has never rumbled so violently, his voice an acidic spew of primal screams, existential distress and the sheer love of dripping viscera. Bloodthirsty, for sure. In a world of post-hardcore discipline and nu-metal self-caricature, somebody has to be.
