This isn’t an instrumental track. The alt-pop duo just like to tease, the long twinkling build-up eventually bursting into a dance beat that finally makes way for the UK group’s chirpy vocals. It’s hypnotically suspenseful. If it weren’t for the highly unsettling band name, I might even think that Let's Eat Grandma were kinda cute-sounding. As it stands, I can't quite trust the sweetness, break constantly expecting them to break into black metal or something equally terrifying.
Ominously dissonant riffage and tempestuous percussion make up this menacing metal maelstrom, somehow made more chilling by the clean vocals of the top delivered like carefully calculated psychopath talking to himself in his basement. There's even some spooky theremin to add to the theatrical horror vibe. When asked to explain the track by Decibel magazine, vocalist/guitarist Czral gave this bizarre explanation: 'a tribute to extinct instincts and Chernobyl Wildlife'.
Too much of today’s grime isn’t really grimy at all – the production's more polished than a policeman's shoes. It’s therefore good to see Jammz dishevelling things up, jumping on a raw and gritty beat, rapping so passionately and speedily he’s barely able to stay with the rhythm. The track comes straight off his new mixtape Underdog Season which is out now.