Zitat:Summer is slowly but surely slipping away, and with that comes the eventual end of BBQs, pool parties, and muggy basement shows. While autumn is a pretty rad season, most of us are trying in vain to hold onto the last remnants of summer in any way we can. For some, that”™s freezing the fuck out of one”™s self at the beach. For others, it”™s using up the dregs of BBQs past from the back of the fridge in an effort to pull together some sort of “last hurrah!” smorgasbord. For me, it”™s blasting crust and grind as loud as my car stereo will allow, windows down, scaring the bejezzus out of the townsfolk as I zip by. For some reason, grind just calls to mind summer for me, and I find myself in this situation year after year as the leaves start to turn. Currently on heavy rotation is Defeatist”™s new album Tyranny of Decay and yes, my friends ”” it”™s been hitting the proverbial spot.

Maybe I should clarify; I have never seen Defeatist live, in a basement or otherwise. There”™s just something about their sound – that raw, dirty sound – that just makes me want to pound 40s in a dim-lit room crammed well past maximum occupancy. Though Tyranny of Decay may be a slightly more articulately produced album than some of Defeatist”™s earlier work, the blood-spitting vocals, along with the unrelenting percussion, especially, make for a tear down the fucking walls album that begs to be blasted at full volume, no matter the setting.

Take note, though: this is not Grind 101 – that is to say, this isn”™t “Pete”™s first grind album” shit. If you”™re not a fan of crust or grind in the first place, the sound conveyed could be a bit jarring, even for the genre. But for those who can really get down with that certain uncompromising grittiness, then you”™re in luck. This album delivers just that throughout its twenty minute run time.

Man”¦ I can feel the dust in my lungs now.