Put on your leather jacket, lace up your shitkickers, and throw your middle finger up alongside the horns. Bone Awl has come to wreck your ears with their unique blend of blackened filth. There is nothing pretty about Meaningless Leaning Mess - this is a battery of dirty lo-fi hatred.
Bone Awl's sound is immediately familiar to fans of raw black metal, but with a distinct punk sensibility shared by the likes of Darkthrone taken to new extremes. The drumming is an unrelenting attack of tinny cymbals and snare brutality, the guitar work is just as punctuated and grimy, and the vocals claw and seethe out of He Who Gnashes Teeth with disgust unmatched.
The songs are longer than you might expect from something with punk influences, and fairly repetitive. But really, who fucking cares? This is Bone Awl, and if you're expecting a widely varied musical landscape, go fuck yourself.
Bone Awl is the sound of The Exploited and Cock Sparrer getting into a back alley brawl with Darkthrone and Ildjarn, slinging chains and breaking bottles. There are no wintery landscapes or majestic mountaintops in sight here, but the view from the gutter is grim and blackened as any.
Verdict: Win [8/10] (This is all death)