The throttling noise-drunk quartet Roué slides effortlessly from steely, slashing guitar reminiscent of Television into burgeoning sonic squalls that owe their allegiance to Glenn Branca and Sonic Youth. The breaking waves of feedback, however, fail to obscure the hook-fueled core.
Self Destruct Button crosses the threshold where hardcore verges into noise-rock; its punishing roar builds toward cacophonous, cathartic release. As unpredictable as Crispin Glover, SDB will leave you wondering whether to duck-and-cover or simply run.
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