Bestial Mouths are a real tribute to their name: Feral, intense. Luscious. They sound like blood dripping off lips or flesh torn from bone. Despite any bit of maudlin imagery, that deep and watery haze of a visual vibe, there’s nothing detached about this Los Angeles band; each song sounds like it’d claw out your heart if it could.

Now multiply that bloodlust by a trillion and you’ve got debut Hissing Veil. This thing’ll send you recoiling: Carnal beats, synths piercing all jagged and rusty through your veins, Lynette Cerezo’s howl like a sacrifice waiting to happen.

Bestial Mouths channel the long-defunct Jaks in a darker, even more confrontational way; rather than come at you with pure noise and bravado, they attack with legitimate desperation. An animalistic reaction to the constant thrum of fear. Their Tumblr says it best: Even in my dreams, the screaming never stops.

Grab the (very) limited-edition Hissing Veil LP from Dais Records and lurk around LA for one of the band’s shows. Rumor has it they’re vicious.

Glass by Bestial Mouths

Small Prey by Bestial Mouths

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