URGH. Pure reflective disgust. The sound your body makes when you’ve run out of polite language. URGH is Mandy, Indiana’s latest album and a cathartic release of primal rage.

The band’s basic spell remains the same, Valentine Caulfield’s voice, twisted and gnarled sounding like a broadcast from inside a cracked speaker, rides over Scott Fair’s abrasive guitar, and drums that pileup into a frenzied chaos. Most of URGH is sung in French. As a non-french speaker it adds to the feeling that you’re being pulled to deal with the emotion first and translate it second.

“Sevastopol” opens with a blast. Shoving us into the album. The sound of a system booting up wrong, shrieks and glitches, then a sudden flash of eerily elegance. Like a record of an orchestra that’s been corrupted mid-playback. From there, URGH keeps testing how much structure it can dismantle without losing momentum. “try saying” is a great example, a collage of clattering percussion, chopped voices, and a weirdly casual acoustic loop. “Cursive” pushes harder towards dance-punk, full of elbows and black-leather.

The album’s center of gravity is “Magazine.” It’s the most direct act of confrontation, the track that stalks forward on bass pressure and percussion before snapping into something louder and uglier than the album has previously seen. A song that takes on a personality itself. “Magazine” is much more personal, it’s a message right to the ruling class. With nearly as much force, the same fuse runs through “A Brighter Tomorrow,” which is colder and more stripped, and through “Life Hex,” where the churn turns industrial before cracking into something hazy and obscured.

URGH’s politics aren’t a garnish on some flaccid stance because it’s cool. The band starkly confronts rape-cultural, failed institutions built crumbling foundations of corruption, building unity and action against the injustice. Sicko! the lone English-language track lands like a final, unmistakable slap. Stripping away metaphors, they call for more accountability, and take aim right at the cozy systems that keep predators protected and women disposable. Lending his support, billy woods joins Mandy, Indiana on this iconic hyper-electro pop track.

URGH is messy in the way real emotion is messy, but it’s also carefully engineered. There is oddly some comfort in the record's sharp edges, a comfort in having Mandy, Indiana put our collective rage into a soundtrack.

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