Go Ahead and Die

This is metal stripped of its modern digital sheen and returned to the mud. It sounds like a rehearsal tape from 1987 that was buried in a desert and dug up with all the grit still attached. The guitars are thick and corrosive, the drums are frantic but grounded in a punk-rock d-beat, and the dual vocals create a chaotic, conversational bark that feels immediate and dangerous.

What sets this project apart is the lineage and the lack of ego. While Max Cavalera is a legend, here he sounds like a hungry newcomer, trading screams with his son Igor Amadeus. There is a distinct 'crust' influence here, leaning into the primitive energy of bands like Discharge or early Hellhammer rather than the technical wizardry of modern extreme metal. It is music that prioritizes the 'ugh' factor over the 'how did they play that' factor.

Start with their self-titled debut for a masterclass in modern-primitive metal. It is the perfect entry point for anyone who misses the era when death metal and thrash were still figuring out their boundaries and everything felt a little more volatile.