Oakland’s Cell Rot make a blindingly fast and dirty form of hardcore punk that recalls the earliest days of powerviolence. The songs aren’t necessarily short, but they lurch and drool and shift in unpredictable directions. I don’t know what the band members look like, and I’d prefer not to know, since I’d rather just imagine them as cellar-dwelling mutants coated in mud and slime. It’s hard to get any other image from Cell Rot’s two new songs.
