Daily Void

A dissonant barrage of twisted repetition destined to stick to your ribs and give you the creeps, featuring the earliest recordings from these Chicago sickies. Disgustingly infectious, and delivered with dark, ruinous precision, it’s a whole new simplified take on negativity, and it hits the nail right on the head. Gold editions come with metallic inked sleeve, and black editions come wrapped in a headache-inducing 3-D sleeve, both featuring some of the greatest elderly genitalia you’re likely to see this year.

If you couldn’t already tell by their wretched vibrations, The Daily Void have emerged and it’s going to be a rough swallow. The shards of earlier earthly bands now behind them, a detonating permanence is now staked down in four corners and the androids inside can now drill as hard as necessary. This first, full-length testament to the naturally nihilistic stain of The Daily Void is here and you’d better put away anything breakable, as you know how these kind of explosions can go in every direction, the same way projectile vomiting works so well. Their rabidly pummeling and simple death-punk chainsaw barrage is smeared with rusty hooks that are quick to infect and deluded by demonic incantations that connect so perfectly with their apocalyptic imagery, it’s just a matter of time before high school kids are scribbling their lyrics all over the backs of their abnormal psych books in study hall, and carving their name in their arms. In eleven wonderfully excrutiating songs, The Daily Void spell out a bleak future for humanity that reaches deep into the minds of lunatics and twists their remaining shreds of sanity into a horrible vision of a scorched Earth that only produces mutations of the preferred and programmed personnel left that inhabit it. With only traces of humanly essences of early Saccharine Trust chopped irresponsibly alongside the primordial ooze of Rudimentary Peni, it’s a prescription for trouble any way you look at it, and it is INESCAPABLE. Death comes ripping, scraping, clawing and drooling, indeed. -VictimofTime.com

Recommended If You Like:
Functional Blackouts, Cabaret Voltaire, Rudimentary Peni, Saccharine Trust,




‘Surprise Surprise’ b/w ‘In The Year Zero’ 7″ (HZR-009)
1st press Black edition of 400 : SOLD OUT
Purple edition of 200 : SOLD OUT


‘Surprise Surprise’ b/w ‘In The Year Zero’ 7″ (HZR-009)
Gold Edition of 100 with reverse alternate sleeve : SOLD OUT