Parallax Grid from Groundsworn by Benchset

This opening track throws the listener directly into the predawn grit of the Crosspoint, where weathered maps betray generations of unresolved disputes. Field recordings, an authentic layer pulled straight from the raw grind, give way to a tension built from static radio calls morphing into a crew's desperate coordination. The jagged guitar work, cutting like freshly strung stake wire, finds a complex counterpoint in shifts towards almost clinical mathematical precision, a testament to the band's deliberate fusion of brute force and intricate design. Vocals erupt not just as individual shouts, but as a collective roar, the weighted sum of every Lineholder and Shiftunt battling for a claim. This communal voice becomes the track's driving pulse, illustrating how the accumulated memory of those who came before—every scrawled note in a worn Level Book—becomes a desperate, unifying cry to 'hold the line.' It’s an unflinching look at what truly endures when the land itself holds generations of unfinished business, culminating in a raw surge of determination that feels less like a performance and more like a necessary act of defiance.

Raw angles and bleeding feedback—we throw measuring chains against the system. Our riffs mark boundaries between rage and repair while vocals stake claims in the dirt of what's true. Every show's a rusted benchmark, a raised fist for the ground-level grinders.