Leave it to the nastiest dexie-worship lot of hardcore to wait until basically Christmas to drop the most violently unwell album this side of Mars. Perth must be a brutal place to live if you have to join Gaoled to deal with it, but if it keeps going this way all that’s going to happen is that more gross Melbournites will relocate, which is a problem that our Western Australia correspondents tell us they have over there. Bestial Hardcore prescribes black metal as the antidote to the truly mind-numbing beatdown slime that has indoctrinated the water supply, a harrowing race through halls sprayed with mean-as blasts and guitars like starving tigers when a small child distracted by Cocomelon tumbles into their enclosure, a furious dog-bark into the depths Hades which feels about as good as getting picked up and thrown into a brick wall. When Satan’s at a bit of a loss for motivation he chucks on Gaoled to help tighten things up. Grab a fresh deck of Double Happys, turn off the lights, close the blinds, take all your clothes off and Montreal Experiment on yourself until you spew.