Exuvia is a more elegant-sounding term for the process of shedding skin. Crabs do it, insects do it, but Cage Fight do it more aggressively than most. That is, they sound like their skin was torn off by force, the result of a traumatic event that’s bled into some of vocalist Rachel Aspe’s lyrics in what marks her first time holding a pen as well as a microphone. For the London quartet, that process of exuvia also has a more positive meaning as they size up their sound into a bigger, beastlier iteration.
From the word go, it’s obvious Cage Fight’s ambitions have deepened. That much is clear from the mysterious tone of the pulsing, atmospheric opener Confined, evoking the choking claustrophobia that its title suggests. Oxygen is a slamming shard of sonic warfare whose drums might as well be the sounds of a battlefield, but its apex comes when Rachel screams, ‘I can’t breathe,’ gasping in agony in the first of a huge stack of almighty vocal performances.
Much of the time, they’re envisioning sweat-soaked mayhem. New bassist Will Horsman, who wrote two songs here, has penned an absolute doozy of a mosh call with ‘Feel the hammer crush!’ for one. Later, Pick Your Fighter is a pulverising anthem totally unafraid to be larger than life, even a little ridiculous, its ostentatiousness matched by Benighted vocalist Julien Truchan’s eye-watering pig squeals.