Deaf Club premiere video for “Bounced Reality Check” from their upcoming Contemporary Sickness EP!

Deaf Club is a savage sound bath dripping with sardonicism: a blastbeat-centric hardcore punk assault channeling crust, thrash, and grind (un)sensibilities. Succinct pauses, surreal frequencies and effects, breakneck pace and sharply hurled vocals characterize the band’s aesthetic, which seems as though it is rooted in a sort of nasty-sound-meets-highbrow-message ethos. Fueled by the onslaught of society’s insanity and driven mad by tinnitus, Justin Pearson (The Locust, Dead Cross, Planet B), Brian Amalfitano (ACxDC), Scott Osment (Weak Flesh), Jason Klein (Run With The Hunted), and Leo Ulfelder (Fissure) approach music as an opportunity to confront our collective sicknesses. We’ve got to try to listen, lest we all frolic headfirst towards the bright side of death, dragging this pillaged planet down with us. So whether you think the music is a radical disruption to the airwaves or just headache-inducing noise, you can feel free to tell them the brutal truth– they can’t hear you anyway.

The Contemporary Sickness EP will be released October 4th digitally as well as on limited edition, specially printed vinyl through Three One G Records. Mixed and mastered by Brent Asbury (who has worked on albums by bands like Retox, Panicker, Dead Cross, Planet B). Vinyl/cover art by Jesse Draxler (who has done artwork for Nine Inch Nails, Daughters, The New York Times, Dita Eyewear, and MCQ Alexander McQueen, among others). Layout and design by Bran Black Moon.

Video for “Bounced Reality Check” Directed by Dark Details (who has previously created videos for Planet B, Kool Keith). Practical effects by Frances Hartley, and sound design by Nic Danielson.

In Dark Details’ gory vision for “Bounced Reality Check,” a zombie apocalypse is brought to life through expert narrative and cinematography that easily feels like it could be part of a larger feature film. The overall brutality and dark humor-infused, unsuspected ending to the video encapsulates what the less-than-one-minute track, and the band as a whole, seem to stand for with perfect succinctness. One is left wanting to know (and hear) what happens next, but is left assuming the worst.