One of those lurching jerking frantic hard boiled screaming strung out Muy Feo/Headcleaner/Red Eye Express/Rapeman type of bands who are at their best when left to do it on no budget and bursting with anger – dirty broken riffs played on rusty finger ripping strings, rumbling baritone guitar violence andt hunderingly colourful low-end drums.

The first release from You Judas brings together two years of recordings that bring together their immense power as a band, covering huge distances from mournful guitar and vocals to crashing bass and rhythm power. You Judas have fired their opening salvos and are awaiting return fire, heavily armed.

The Swarm's debut album explodes in your face like a munitions factory on fire. Rolling bass and scratchy guitar work, colossal biting tribal rhythms and deformed analogue electronic noise and samples provide the platform for vocals spat with venom. A moody and aggressive opus, but with a dark and sinister sex appeal.

The return of the 'Kid is a thunderous weight of guitars smashing out riffs bigger than medieval weapons of war. Their second album is a much more highly produced affair; displaying their grand progress as a band. The songs are more stylistic and sexy, lyrics are about stalking and riots and creaky , espionage-esque orchestration makes the whole work an absolute thriller.