For the majority, music is a form of escapism; a way to shut out and distance themselves from the mundane realities of life and the horrors we occasionally bare witness to. Such a media stands as a comfort and a way to influence our emotions in a positive manner. Whilst many bands take comfort and pursue the act of improving the attitudes of listeners, the polar opposite of the spectrum is home to those who chose to paint sonic portraits of just how grim, unforgiving and harrowing life truly is. Hailing from Nottingham, Moloch create art that is the sonic manifestation of anguish, fear and loathing.

From a conventional and ignorant mindset, there’s nothing conventionally pleasing or approachable about what this group present. By combining the hostility of DIY hardcore and the foreboding and devastating nature of sludge and doom, Moloch paint a vulgar and bleak tapestry of nihilism the futility of life. Whilst many have stated such facts about acts before, the fashion in which Moloch present themselves distances themselves from their peers. Minimalistic and never indulging into the exhausted tropes that shallowly exaggerate a sense of aggression, Moloch conjure pure dread and hostility through dragging reverb, impenetrable droning and unfiltered bellows that resonate pure resentment at the horror of being alive.

Despite gaining significant traction with their most recent offering A Bad Place, Moloch have been a reliable source of sonic devastation for a number of years now, with the act being a state of at least semi-activity for approximately a decade. Releasing a sting of spilt EP’s with the likes of Thou, Rot In Hell, Lich and others, the act released their first full offering in 2011 with Possession. Desolate, barren and dissonant, the release stood as 30 minute sonic panic attack, one that bled pure anguish and hatred. Whilst it may have taken them several years for the group to release another full cohesive release, the aforementioned A Bad Place is their most assured and miserable record so far and stands as the record that shall lift them from the pitch darkness of obscurity. Containing 8 barren slabs of torment that are slowly stripped down to their skeletal remains as the record progresses, it’s a record that truly resonates authentic misery. There’s none of the progressive blues structures associated with sludge or the hyperactivity of hardcore, just pure static dread.

What Moloch offer is certainly not for the faint of heart nor for ones of convention. However, those who can stomach such misanthropy will be met with some of most authentic and genuine experiments in sonic misery to date. Stream A Bad Place here and snag one of the last remaining LP's here.