From the dank warehouse recesses that brought us Useless Eaters and Dry Erase, may we introduce Exit Group – sharply futuristic post-punk with a pissed-off lean, antisocial lyrics spit over an abnormally locked-in guitar bass drums triangle, wound up tighter than a Swiss watch. Post-everything sample tweakery and chrome-dipped guitar tonality lend a darkly robotic sheen, abraded riffs pop up everywhere but where you think they should be, clanging and clanking inhumanly around elaborate Rube Goldberg patterns, tessellating under flickering municipal neon. Bone-dry furious, turning on a dime just to slap the drink out of your hand.
“A thrilling disaster I can’t wait to witness first hand” – Marc Riley
“A great record from start to finish! Smart and perfectly abrasive” -Henry Rollins