Track By Tracks: Noisext - S/T (2026)

1. 201:

The album opens with a complete outlier: a hyper-repetitive, relentless slab of tribal noise rock stretching past the seven-minute mark. It kicks off with a brutally awkward intro inspired by the compositions of Glenn Branca before dissolving into a long tail of screaming feedback.

2. BROKEN:

A full-scale assault of warlike noise in the finest Unsane tradition. The song derails towards the end, collapsing into a barrage of piercing high-end shrieks before smashing headfirst into a concrete wall.

3. DRUGSTORE:

The heaviest track on the record. It’s metal, in the broadest sense of the word. A limping panzer crawl is interrupted by a spoken proclamation that slowly crumbles beneath the guitar's desperate sobbing, while bass and drums pulse like a dying heartbeat.

4. SLOWDOWN:

What the hell is this? A possessed boogie? A twisted, broken-down tarantella for psychopaths? While the band tears ahead at full speed, the vocalist keeps screaming for everything to slow down. Absolutely devastating.

5. SLANG:

Just when you think the record might take a different turn, you're hit head-on by a freight train of punk fury. Odd-meter verses crash into a straight 4/4 chorus. It's over almost before it begins, but that's all it needs to leave you breathless.

6. I HAD A HISS:

A poem broadcast through a loudspeaker, perhaps somewhere on death row. A desperate, annihilated message to whoever comes after, carried by a swirling sample looping endlessly beneath it. A striking interlude that momentarily distracts with dark wit before the album's final descent.

7. YR TOWN:

Another unexpected detour: funky, blues-infused noise rock somewhere between Cop Shoot Cop and Foetus. You could almost dance to it. Almost. Then the guitar tears through the mix like a deranged air-raid siren, drilling straight into your skull before the whole thing erupts into pure noise delirium.

8. TARGET #1:

The album's prog-noise epic. An elaborate, hammering assault worthy of Swans. It begins with a military helicopter searching for its target, only to reveal that, in the end, everything and everyone becomes a target. Indiscriminate destruction. Epic.

9. YOUR SATISFACTION IS OUR BEST REWARD:

After all the anxiety, frustration, and rage, the album closes with a joke: a looping movie quote drifting over a bed of industrial washing-machine noise. One final act of black humor before the silence.

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