Trap Them, Darker Handcraft
A marvel of streamlined ferocity
It takes half of one second for Trap Them’s Darker Handcraft to place its boot heel on your neck. After a tiny peep of feedback, like a creaked-open door, the Seattle hardcore band barrels through like foaming Rottweilers. The band has been paring down the edges from its assault on each successive release, like an Olympic swimmer looking to reduce resistance: On Darker Handcraft, they have become a marvel of streamlined ferocity. Their sound is all sinew. The riffs are blindingly fast, but there is no “math” here: Math would slow things down. Hardcore is music of momentum; at its best, it creates a sensation of hurtling invincibility. This album is the most potent, pure distillation of that feeling I’ve heard in a long time.