'Worthless', the band's third full-length, and what feels like their eighth in 18 months, continues to ramp up the mileage between where the band are now, and their powerviolence origins, which remain forever with them like a novelty license plate holder. Rage is foremost, and genre comes second - 'Worthless' rushes between pounding, blasting grind abuse and slower, chugging, sludge refraction periods where the sweat rises from their once juddering forms as steam. Teeth grinding moments of d-beat, breathless '90s metalcore semi-spoken bits, and lapses into the harsh, semi-industrial ambience of 'Need to Control', act as a reminder that for all the shift in emphasis towards chest-pounding, Terror-style riff battery, the pool of constituent parts remains far broader and deeper than most orthodox grind units, currently achieving similar levels of hype through more blinkered ambition.
This is the first record where someone fairly aware, musically speaking, could stumble across Weekend Nachos as they go about their business, randomly ordering coloured vinyl on RevHQ or whatever, and treat them as 'just' a hardcore band - the closing passage on 'The Fine Art of Bullshit' is a set of gang vocals away from having gold teeth and STAY DOWN tattooed on its knuckles.
But is there really anything wrong with that?
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