I Hope I Die Here is a relentless, unforgiving ride - 8 tracks of total sonic annihilation. No Cure, a ferocious outfit hailing from Birmingham, Alabama, have delivered a monstrously oversized EP rooted in ultra-heavy, metalcore-infused hardcore featuring a stacked roster of guest vocalists from their local scene, making every track a communal scream into the void. This camaraderie adds a different dimension to the record - as if every performer is feeding off the energy of the last, pushing each other to reach new heights of intensity. The result is a record that feels like a house party hosted in a burning building. Kill A Frat Guy is pure venom, a vicious indictment that’s as sonically devastating as it is thematically brutal. If I Hope I Die Here is being called an EP, then it’s a colossal one, with each of the 8 tracks hitting like a freight train. The drumming is absurdly good - swinging, shifting, never predictable - giving the whole record an irresistible momentum.

Riffs come at you from all angles, twisting and contorting around the onslaught of vocal performances that feel like a violent game of one-upmanship, each guest trying to outdo the last. I Hope I Die Here is a statement, not just that No Cure can go toe-to-toe with the best in modern hardcore, but that they’re here to represent their own local scene, with a relentless showcase of talent where every guest vocalist is firing on all cylinders. Ironically, by representing their hometown, No Cure are proving they belong on the global stage.