Boundaries' best talents similarly celebrate all points south of heaven, the vocal trade offs and pummel they peddle are absolutely devilish. They blend well a noisy pastiche aesthetic with meticulously assembled heavy hardcore. The three or so odd minutes reek of nihilistic anxiety. Boundaries embrace the collective influence of their youth. Citing Linkin Park, Static X, and Slipknot; we're reaping the rewards of the generation that grew up on these bands, however far a cry they are from the respective touchstones of our own early years. This is the most punishing thing from Hartford since Torrie Robertson last enforced for the Whalers. Get on it. - No Echo