Closet Witch play raw, vicious, gut-wrenching stuff that mixes grind, hardcore and the meatier end of Witching Hour-era screamo. The vocals sound torn out rather than delivered, and while the music retains form and structure it seems to be teetering on the brink of imminent collapse. Amid the flurries of speed and the splinters-under-fingernails cruelty come weird, rangier moments that bring Sarah Kirsch's guitar playing to mind, tempering the savagery in a way that somehow makes all the hurting worse.