The music is less songs than stripped down, juiced up blasts of adrenaline stuffed with drill-sergeant vocals, break-neck drumming, and blistering solos.
More than just orthodox d-beat/crust, UNKIND distill dystopian frustrations and anxieties, and explore deeper shades of darkness within ominous, desolate dirges.
Set the Dial’s ten tracks cook like the Savannah heat, raising up their signature brand of primal, triple-vocal, chromatic madness, and tattooing it across canyon-wide grooves.