Some Screaming Albums for Summertime
Savoring the sweetness amid the heavy noise of Birds in Row, Deafheaven, and The Armed
Here’s a self-incriminating recommendation: Listen to heavy music at the beach. With a hellscape of gargled yells in the headphones, the senses stay wide open—you’ll feel the breeze, and the act of roasting in the sun will gain aneat layer of morbid irony. But here’s a self-incriminating confession: Extreme metal and hardcore punk often leave me feeling like a faker. Because really all I want frompurposefully ugly music is for it to smuggle prettiness within. Amid shrieks that could have come from a caged beastand bass lines as overpowering as raw garlic, there has to be something nice: delicate melodies, absorbing quietude, whispers of
