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. Patrick Hayden
From the powerful vocals to the catchy bass lines, this is an instant classic. If there was anything that has helped me get through this pandemic, it was this album and the hopes of seeing it performed live one day. eternal beige