It’s little surprise that S.C.U.M have documented their midnight prowls through the medieval avenues and back alley crypts of Warsaw, less like the glossy Thomas Cook brochures and more like a nightmare in hell. This is the masochistic foot-tap to a claustrophobe clawing a tunnel through the maelstrom of decay and untintelligable chanting, panting with relief but dripping with sweat at the other end.

S.C.U.M – Oceans Of White