This wildly electric three-piece No-Wave Outfit hailing from the industrial and port town Dublin-Drogheda corridor of Ireland is the exact type of overpowered spark we were looking for to kick off the musical aspect of Ireland: Liberty or Death month here on Write Brain TV.

By far one of the most exciting new bands you’ll hear all year, Spit’s debut EP Suffocate Yrself is a delirious batch of tortured Noise and atonal Free Jazz. The squall of spiky guitars, buzzing bass, and ferocious, cymbal-heavy drums; it is a barrage of sonic annihilation sure to knock the cobwebs out of your head the morning after a long night drinking pints in the pub.

Like all good Punk, most of these songs are short and direct, with shrieking and strangled guitar tones that ooze and spurt with feral violence and discord. Spit play with the calamitous unease of a cracked bell that tolls and echoes thin and dissonant at the hour of death, raging, simmering, slicing like a slasher film set in a house of mirrors.

If you are a fan of Glenn Branca / Theoretical Girls, This Heat, or The Contortions, then this band is absolutely for you. And for the uninitiated, Spit’s raucous clangor, distorted vocals, and guitars like scalpels come on sacrilegiously surgical, vulgar, like a desecrated nervous systems’s final spasm.