Brutal Truth


The seething, staticky bass, the rattling Morse code drumming, the wounded-wildebeest snarling—the sound of grindcore mainstays Brutal Truth is the sound of Armageddon. Even though two decades have passed since they formed in the din of the Lower East Side, the quartet still manages to expectorate a gloriously abrasive racket that owes an equal debt to Slayer and the squeal of a garbage truck stopping short. Moreover, they smile while doing so.

Sat., March 16, 8 p.m., 2013

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