I don’t know whether the members of Boston’s Burning Lord are actual fucked up people, but they certainly sound like fucked up people. That’s a compliment. Burning Lord make the kind of feral, lo-fi hardcore that can’t really be described as anything other than hardcore. They bring a late-’80s hooligan intensity that draws on both punk and metal without ever crossing the line into either genre, and their murky crunch feels less like a genre exercise and more like a way to let the universe know that you absolutely hate it. They’re awesome, and their debut album has arrived.