Hotlanta's dirge miners present heavy riff force, sure, but also hooks: drive-by melodies that stun and fade as the band, like Jaws, harkens toward blood and chomps folks. Snotty, smart vocals, occult trappings. Thankfully this is a punk (not "post-punk") affair, but I hear Gordons and Flesh Eaters as well as (Australian) X, The Eat or Filth.
Also, Melt On You > Cul De Sac is double-tough, Biff. Guitar Arcade on WOWD
These guys are driving a steamroller painted like a clown car over everything. Just STFO and get their entire discography. “Armchair Aryan” simply destroys and the lyrics will ear worm skull fuck you. Raymond Epstein