48. Concrete Winds - "Concrete Winds"

Earlier I described Nails as being the last word in nihilistic noise. Well, I lied. Concrete Winds take that blueprint of a cacophony battering sound and push it further into the unlistenable. Their self-titled third album is an extraordinary treaty on where the dividing line is between music and noise. It is a wall of pure corrosive sound.

Impenetrable, but still just about discernible as something with a melodic structure. In its granular nastiness, there is actually great power. It is a whirlwind of pure kinetic energy. Across a short 25-minute and 1-second duration it drags the unsuspecting listener through a kaleidoscope of extremities. It is aggressive and unrelenting, but in the end, it is a rush you feel compelled to repeat.