I truly believe that, every so often, one should berate themselves with some honest-to-goodness hardcore metal. Giant sluggy riffs, vocals screamed in a way that convince you the end is near and drums that pound unrelentingly are a nice reminder of the kind of Real Fucking Power music can have. Mental Collapse checks all those boxes and manages to never veer into eye-rolling ridiculousness. It’s a sincerely guttural attack that comes with the unescapable need to clench your first when listening.
