A feeling of motion sickness. One that comes from moving at different and always temperamental paces.
Fried Egg's latest is hardcore punk that causes a wooziness but it's not strictly from a velocity that has been the historically first impression many associate with such a tag. Often, things here, like the way "Transient" moves like a spider walking across your face and how "Grown Fat" undulates, are a slither that's choreographed by anxiety and refusing for the medication to take hold.
Often times on this record as the tension gets wound tighter and tighter, what seems as knuckle-dragging lumbering at first gets punctuated by unexpected and blinding blows. Other times, like with the immediate and fiery rocket blasts of "Confidence" and "Apraxia" things just get straight to the point.
Being completely lock into wiry grooves the band makes nods to punk rock forebearers (be it intentionally or subliminally) on tracks like "Why Bother" and "Fatalist" but they're in a way that they succeed far beyond something than merely emulating precious and silly nostalgia.
Make it sunny side DOWN at Feel It Records