WHORES. – Gold

If the production on this was some form of mineral, it would be a mudslide; a cruel, filthy, flow that never lets up until everything is submerged in grime. The guitars let off an ear-squealing hiss of disdain throughout the 35 minute running time of Gold, whilst the bass rumbles and belches thick, slabs of mulch and the drumming is a tribal hammering of bloodied determination.

Ampwrecked: New Tracks For Your Ears 9

On Ampwrecked this month: KEN Mode discuss marriage, Sleigh Bells write a delightful pop ditty, USA Nails do stuff to their oven, Okilly Dokilly enjoy a nice drink, Mr Velocity Hopkins go to a party, Japandroids punch hearts, Stan Bush draws his sword and Whores leap around wearing black t-shirts. Yep. Enjoy.