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Like a good horror movie, there is something intensely satisfying about music that comes from a deep, dark place. Sure, it may not be the heartwarming stuff that puppies, babies and Taylor Swift are made from, but it is, I would argue, a necessary component of the human condition to explore this menacing space on occasion. So it is the trio of Seattle punks behind So Pitted that have decided to step up to the plate and give this probe a whirl on their sludgy and evocative Sub Pop debut, neo.

Comprised of Nathan Rodriguez, Liam Downey and Jeannie Koewler, the band has admitted that their music comes from "feeling doomed." Listen to a few seconds of Rodriguez's nightmarish howls or Downey's thunderous drums or Koewler's thick guitar lines routed through a bass amp and you'll know exactly what doom sounds like.

The songs tackle typically angsty material--hating your job, hating people, hating your 20s--but with a certain otherworldly edge. Downey (who alternates vocal duties with Rodriguez several times throughout neo) makes references to a vortex in his brain and a portal in his body on 'woe' as he wonders out loud, "Am I gonna die?/ I am not alive." This metaphysical slant takes So Pitted to new territory, where dread and gloom envelop all of life in a horrifying cocoon of darkness.

The droning terror of lead single 'rot in hell' builds, shrieks and shreds as the band play with such reckless abandon and unfettered rage that one wonders if the speakers might blow out or catch fire. Sub Pop made its name with Seattle-based grunge and while out-of-town acts such as Metz have helped the label keep up their reputation as a bastion for thick fuzz music, So Pitted are undoubtedly a much-needed update and return to form for a genre that needed a few thousand volts to the heart. And if the skittering, screeching sounds of So Pitted aren't those volts, I don't know what could be.

So Pitted are best defined by the attitude they present as their mission statement: that life itself is a bizarrely horrible set of circumstances upon which we have all been thrust. The only true way to make sense of it, in their eyes, is to tear it wide open and scream at it until you feel your chest tense up and your eyes expand. Feeling comfortable is not something neo, and by extension So Pitted, is concerned with. Instead, exploration of the darkness and sickness of life are the key drivers and if neo is any indication, it is pretty compelling material.

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