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In the seedy underbelly of punk's grimy subculture, where the air is thick with the stench of rebellion and chaos, The Chisel emerge with their latest release, "What a Fucking Nightmare." With a title that brazenly reflects the current state of affairs, this album is a blistering outcry against injustices of modern existence.

From the first intense and eery track ‘what a F****ing nightmare’ - the same name as the album - The Chisel set the tone for an unrelenting assault on the senses. This isn't a record for the faint-hearted or the easily offended. It's a raw, unapologetic dive into the depths of disillusionment and despair, delivered with ferocious intensity.

Tracks like “F**** ‘Em” and "Bloodsucker" channel the band's frustration into frenetic bursts of aggression, with the Cal Graham vocalist gravelly snarl cutting through the chaos like a rusty blade. The guitars slash and thrash with razor-sharp precision, while the rhythm section pounds away with relentless force.

"What a F*****g Nightmare" is intentionally gritty, capturing the band's live energy in all its raw glory. This is punk stripped down to its bare bones, with no pretence or polish.

Lyrically, The Chisel pull no punches. They tackle themes of alienation, disillusionment, and social decay with unflinching honesty, offering a bleak yet cathartic glimpse into the darkest corners of the human psyche.

In a world overrun by mediocrity and conformity, The Chisel stand as a beacon of defiance. "What a F*****g Nightmare" is a rallying cry for the disillusioned, a Molotov cocktail hurled into the heart of the status quo. Follow the link below and Get their yammer in your headphones now !

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Words: @Canaanvalentine

Images: @nicksuchak


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