If you've been on the internet recently, you may have spotted '#UKSWELL' plastered over just about every social networking site. Not unlike the tongue-in-cheek way in which 'The Wave' is used in reference to the likes of Touché Amoré, La Dispute, Defeater etc, '#UKSWELL' essentially signifies a coalescence and mutual appreciation between a cluster of bands on the same wavelength - most of which are affiliated with Tangled Talk and/or Holy Roar. Having released material through both labels, Pariso lie at the heart of this fast-flowing vein of concise, confrontational, cathartic UK hardcore.

Relentlessly churning out releases on every format imaginable - credit card CD's and 3 1/2" floppy discs included - 2011 was tenaciously creative for Pariso, but their first full-length LP Nothing Beyond Everything After is far and away their biggest challenge and accomplishment to date. To put things in perspective, most tracks on the album individually equate to the length of their entire half of the Kerouac split. Still essentially sticking within the framework of chaotic metal-tinted hardcore that they have previously experimented with, Nothing Beyond Everything After pushes their sound to the next level by means of development and extension. Having always played with a scathing force similar to Converge, Botch and Daughters (some weighty names to hold a torch to), Pariso combine elements of power-violence, black metal and hard hitting, fast paced dissonant hardcore to create something uncompromisingly crushing. If it were ever acceptable to sincerely the words "brutal" and "punishing" to describe music then they would be totally fitting here, somewhere between the deluge of blast beats, The Red Chord style riffs and odd discernible nods to Slayer.

With most of the tracks rinsing the double bass pedal for all it's worth, the first spin of Nothing Beyond Everything After will most likely feel like thirty minutes of being punched in the ears, leaving you staggered, bemused, and riled-up. There is a huge amount of variety in terms of style and influence thrown into the mix which make for far more than just a string of heavier-than-hell songs; there's something different in each of them, and the more you listen the more you will grasp their inner workings as the intricacies gradually unearth themselves. There is an underlying atmosphere running through the whole album that is truly grim and vehemently nihilistic, making the relentlessly breakneck tracks like 'Huntsman' even more seething and the sludgier sections like 'Lonely Battle' (featuring guest vocals from Thom Denson of Kerouac) even murkier. It gets more of a showcase during the instrumental breakdowns or outro's, particularly during the last few minutes of 'Leeches' and closing track 'Officeress' which harness a similar slow burning disconsolation to that championed on the less frantic moments of Jane Doe. Recording with Jamie Frye and then handing over to Lewis Johns (a familiar name within the Tangled Talk family, having worked with Kerouac, Bastions and Goodtime Boys as well as shredding in The Long Haul) for the mastering will no doubt have had a significant hand in bringing out the best of Pariso on Nothing Beyond Everything After, making them sound like the band they deserve to.

There's a natural energy about Pariso that gives them an unwavering authenticity which can sometimes be hard to achieve in hardcore, especially when playing loads of - and I say this with love - wanky metal riffs. It's definitely some of the hardest material Tangled Talk has released so far, and there's basically nothing here that will fail to floor you. The only time they stop to take a break from trampling over your senses is the title-track. With two vocal lines - one singing in a subdued lull and the other half-shouting - layered over a sparse acoustic arrangement, they seem to be going for a Pianos Become The Teeth style interlude, but with less force or resonance. It's a bit of a dry out, but the more you play the record the more you start to come around to its place on it. Failing that, it happens to be sandwiched between the two most blistering tracks 'Lonely Battle' and 'Unmitigated Sky' so you can sort of focus on them and pretend it didn't happen. Still, this is the only questionable moment on an otherwise solid release and the last three tracks really hammer in the nails, ending Nothing Beyond Everything After just as abruptly as it begins in a manner that suggests Pariso are basically throwing all their shit down on the table and saying "this is how we do, make of it what you will, we're gonna go and sink some beers." No fuss, no pretence, just half an hour of pure caustic energy that reflects an ever-rising watermark on the UK hardcore scene, no matter how you look at it.