A lot of bands (or more often, bands’ PRs) speak glibly of taking the listener on a ‘musical journey’ (for which, read ‘a few different styles and a bit of weird shit’). ‘Crush Depth’, however, has a justifiable and unpretentious claim to do just that. From the outset, you’re plunged into a nightmarish whirlpool of noise and voices. Like the soundtrack to a vaguely disturbing sci-fi film, the music leaps and lurches, wibbles and rocks, shrieks and slashes. There are extended instrumental passages, flabby and proggy; sharp vocal stabs and sections of brain-shaking sonic chaos. It’s theatrical stuff. While the length is oppressive and almost smothering, at its conclusion, you half expect the band to remove their grotesque musical masks and reveal coyly knowing, laughing faces, but it never happens. Chrome Hoof, it seems, are deadly serious.

By Chris Watkeys

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