Dark crusty punk metal from Asheville, NC. Caustic female vocals. Downtuned guitars. Ex-members of Kakistocracy. Uninhabitable add brief idylls of post-punk brooding and minimalism to their serrated crust-metal assault. A darkness pervades. The sonic equivalent of your throat filling up with blood on an absolutely still, grey day. Not a single note is wasted, as the band carefully builds towering spirals of intricate and labyrinthine metallics, before destroying the whole thing in fits of full-on rage multiplied by some truly top-notch vocal torture. Zen-like patience paired perfectly with berserker rage, the three songs on this album are full of ambition with not even the slightest hint of pretense.