BAND OF THE DAY: PRISONBITCH

There's a special circle of hell reserved for "music journalists" with so little to say that they feel compelled to make sweeping generalisations about a band's location and what they means for their music, but AusGrind have observed a certain sense of '90s hopelessness to Adelaide, the other side of the burgeoning consumer paradise where the side effect of everything's price is nothing's value.

Channelling the alcoholic rage at the keg party that every other cunt seems so fucking delighted to be at, a vibe which united dispensers of uncaged punk-powered fury as dislocated and atypical as Infest, Eyehategod, Integrity and Ringworm, brilliantly named the Prisonbitch wed groove, riffs and snotty voxed venom on their fourteen-track 'Brain Raped' full-length.

The reference points rush by so forcefully, not necessarily quickly, there's a sense of mean, purposeful pacing, that you struggle to process them - like trying to remember the eyecolour of the pock-marked meathead who yanked you skyward by your collar to slur beery, spittled obscenities into your face. There're fleeting moments of pure, thoroughbred grindcore, and of groove-laden powerviolence, and some furious, intoxicating point between like Magrudergrind and Weekend Nachos. Then long sludge-inspired dirges of riff-led hardcore, the chest-poundingly cathartic variety where broken nailed vitriol is more important than brotherhood and unity.

There's a 2010 tour tape and apparently another album coming soon, so bind your knuckles for the inevitable 'Damaged' mirror-punch.