If, like me, you find yourself still craving the insalubrious sounds made (in)famous by the likes of The Icarus Line, then you will absolutely freakin' love this. In fact, you might just have found your new favourite band, as this Guildford mob have created something similiarly dirty, devilish and really rather special with this, their debut album. That is, you would have... if they hadn't gone and split up.
This minor inconvenience shouldn't, however, detract from your enjoyment of front-man Stephen Sitowski's snarling vocal delivery, which channels the fury of American hardcore through tales of English small-town life over throbbing bass-lines and riffs that could give you rabies. Needless to say, this would already make for essential listening. But the band up the interest levels even further by creating a sound that could've been dredged up from the swamps of N'Awlins rather than the streets of Surrey, which - let's face it - can only be a good thing.
So, defunct they may be, but Outcry Collective have left behind a distinct and self-assured record brimming with ideas, each track as fresh and exciting as the last. Buy it now and rejoice/lament.