With only three single tracks reaching over into the two-minute mark, Dead In The Dirt is essentially taking 22 songs and pounding them in a buffet platter for the audience to diverge upon. The plates may come in a deranged and unorganized form, but the end goal is the same. Watching the first tracks, “Suffer,” then “The Blaring Eye,” to “Swelling” all be mostly finished before two minutes is up becomes an endurance sprint to the end of living.
The rapid hammer strikes of the percussion that collides and explodes with the strings that ring and erupt in feedback are built to harm the audience. When the vocals eventually pour in, the shouts that are almost unable to be deciphered continue to illustrate a push back from a wounded animal. Combining efforts of grind, extreme metal, and hardcore punk, The Blind Hole is torture to withstand, but after each pass becomes more and more engaging to the ears.
After a short while, an hour can hold three repeated listens of the record, and Dead In The Dirt can strike back to the early foundations of punk rock with similar styles to bands like Negative Approach where short tracks are the name of the game. For being such a minuscule use of time however, Dead In The Dirt can use this allocation of moments in incredible fashion. Pieces like “Cop” and “No Chain” combine the efforts of raged shouts with blitzing snares and guitar work to format a background. The vocals are entangled in a blackened haze that overtakes the listener and transports them into a dungeon-esque setting.
This ability to burn continues until the final track “Halo Crown” that leaves a bitter end where the drowning and dooming vocals and percussion is a perfect send off to the onslaught endured for the past 20 minutes. Despite the unquenchable thirst for pain that comes, Dead In The Dirt is an immaculate conqueror with mass aspirations to take over the universe.