Brain damaged skate thrash at it's lo-finest all the way from the eastern wilds of Halifax, NS. So raw that even the freshest catch calls it cannibal fodder. 14 filthy filthies come blasting at you in a mere 16 minutes, just long enough to back lip that crusty ledge, bail and pick the gravel out of your freshly opened road rash.


Our take: What a disgusting mess! Canada’s Mutated Void has one of the most original hardcore sounds I’ve heard in ages, but it is fucking nasty. The closest comparison I can think of is Septic Death in its warped darkness, but filtered through the aesthetics of the rawest underground black metal and… 80s skate rock? It’s a singular concoction that needs to be heard to be understood, but to say the least, this isn’t for everyone. That’s what I love about Mutated Void, though… you can hate on the incomprehensible, snarling vocals, the “so loose they’re barely there” song structures, the no-fi production values, or the bewildering visual aesthetic… or you could just say fuck it and choose to love this patently unlovable record. I choose love. Bold hold on, I think I gotta puke…