Dog Chocolate, from London, make a fractious, fragmented racket, swarms of stinging discordant guitar notes pinging over the thrash of indeterminate drums. The singing, or rather chanting, is likewise agitated, like Tyvek or, perhaps, Uranium Club.
Bands like Dog Chocolate can write songs about anything, from potatoes left to sprout in the basement to ill-advised bushwacking expeditions next to the highway. One cheery punk song is all about treatments for facial blemishes (“Fungal Free 2023”). But the thing is, you don’t really notice what these songs are about; you follow them breathlessly as they pogo around the room. The band, too, often seems enamored of their juddering stuttering grooves. “You can’t just be…

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