Born in a concrete council block crib, Bad Breeding is anarcho hardcore out of Stevenage, UK. Part Discharge, part Amebix, flush with a rutty blush of Flux of Pink Indians, scrubbed grubby with a hank of Icons of Filth's soiled rags, with an infusion of bloodthirsty metalcore à la Expire, Bad Breeding is an astoundingly harsh punk outfit with a penchant for polemical lyrics against the status quo.
Blood Manifest is a 7" sorta EP-type deal that bridges their 4th LP
Contempt with whatever horrors they plan to unleash on the world next. The title track "Blood Manifest" wastes no time, revealing its malicious intentions and sordid skills from the drop, drawing a sharpened lace of toothy chords across your throat, leaning the pressure of an undulating, concussive groove into your back, and sticking around just long enough to watch you squirm in the pincers of your predicament, before plunging you mug-first into the scalding thrum and sanity-parcing peal of "Weapon of Tradition." If the A side wasn't jarring enough for you, then you're welcome to pull the ripper on "Exactly as They Wanted You," which dishes out a torrent of crusty skull-carving chords, sure to relieve you of the load of your smugly contorted countenance, just in time to have your dome-goo simmered in a bath of cerebral torment by the crunchy, death-crawl, and psychedelic glass-chewer, "Competition for Existence," an undeniably terse and truly terrifying evaluation of one's individual call to preserve the torturous and meager means by which their right to claim a ration of bread is earned day by miserable day. There is no redemptive arc for the squalor of the psycho-social.
