Hardly a glimmer of light has shone upon the world since Chat Pile broke out into — and against — its awfulness with their staggering 2022 debut, God’s Country. Yet here we are, inching ever closer to the sun all the same.
Sounding the alarm more soul-crushingly than ever, the band remain angry, deranged and mired in the muck of this place. With each release, they’ve sunk further into the dread and spiritual decay their music has always mined, as though modern life keeps rewarding their worst suspicions with fresh evidence.
Their latest, Who Loves the Sun — never mind its brooding, almost-taunting title — is the next evolution of that descent. It plunges further into the band’s sonic depravity, burrowing…
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Taking their name from the mining byproducts that litter their home state of Oklahoma, American four-piece 
Collaborative albums are a tricky undertaking that can often result in clunky material that tries too hard to appeal to two separate audiences.