(1998, Hydra Head)

One of my most profound regrets in life is that I never got to see Botch before they broke up. An absolute beast of an album, this debut takes all the work being done at the time by their peers like Dillinger Escape Plan, Converge, Coalesce, and Cave In, and pisses all over it.

More angular than a drawer full of protractors, beefier than a Bisto factory, tauter than the sphincter of a Republican lawyer walking into a courtroom without evidence, this is a flawless piece of hardcore mastery.

LISTEN: Spotify

READ: An excellent Popmatters review, another from Sputnik, and yet another entry in the ‘wow Pitchfork writers really don’t know fuck all, do they?’ pile

WATCH: Check out this amazing video of them from 1995. Holy fuck.