Mastiff churnsout delightfully depressing missives of misanthropy. Determinedly swaying between harrowing bleakness and hateful depravity, Mastiff weaponizes their world-weariness and wit with brutal sludge and volatile, raw, hardcore grind. If a festival featuring Napalm Death, Nails, Converge, and Tragedy somehow survived a "Hull Blitz" of the nuclear variety to emerge as a post-apocalyptic, five-headed beast? It's name would be Mastiff.