Your phone has claws, grips in-fact, buried and pulling at ya neck, Super Death’s perfect and ugly style of digital hardcore freely pulls on the extremes of various microgenres, brewing thick, bubbling audio that sounds illegal on the surface web. Demented, somewhere between a glitch and a spasm, polarising in so far as it’s clearly ahead of its time, Bare Ya Teeth is maximalist experimental skramz that’ll spark fear and disgust in many and make believers out the rest.