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Hide's third album, Interior Terror further abandons traditional concepts of song structure in favor of splintered rhythms and fevered, immediate . Expanding on previous themes of autonomy and empowerment, Interior Terror addresses and questions the corporeal and immaterial body in a physical and metaphysical sense. Turning to the dread inside, reflecting on the world around us, Hide gives voice to the power of destruction as a catalyst for hope, and to the collective experiences of those who've come before us as a wellspring of our own power. Raw vocal delivery of mantra-like prose issued forth yields a raging, plaintive wail that lulls, mocks, questions, proclaims and decries. A dearth of collected field recordings give way to more fluid arrangements while retaining a scathing urgency. The result is minimal, spacious, and jarring; a distant knocking grown into the pulse of a hypnotic dirge, drones emerge from shards of decomposed sound, bending, seething their way through your body.InchDo Not Bow DownInch loops the driving, off kilter rhythm of a skipping Depeche Mode CD with the twisted trill of a sampled composition by quarter note pianist and composer Mildred Couper to produce a madly spinning otherworld where self-immolation serves as your most positive contribution to society. InchNightmareInch explodes, unrelenting; conflating time and space to the beat of repeated blows to the head. A reflection on perpetual suffering, generational traumas and the transformative action of . Title track InchInterior TerrorInch belies a new brand of body horror informed by the systemic enforcement of a contemporary Western gender binary, touching on experiences of dysphoria and disassociation. InchFearInch answers the question 'Where do cops come from' in the opening line 'Straight from God's cunt to the death cult', belittling the pathetic and repeated attempts of man to acc
