Alien Butthole squeezed into existence after 10 years of relentless coercion—coercing the universe’s filthiest vibrations into something you can feel in your teeth. Their sound is a grinding, dirty crawl through a sewer of broken dreams. The vocals rasp like a trickster who’s been laughing too long in a dark room. Every track dares you to lean in closer, then spits in your ear. Music you can see—if you don’t flinch.