����� Antigama have turned into a real beast with these last two albums. I've been a fan of their stuff all the way back to their pre-Relapse output, but starting with Meteor and continuing with The Insolent, these Polish blasters have really tightened the screws on their particular brand of dissonant, experimental grindcore. Much of indulgence of earlier albums has been cut away, the riffs cutting closer to the bone, while at the same time exploring some strong psychedelic tendencies that can make their dystopic visions feel even darker and disorienting. As before, the sound of Napalm Death's industrial-tinged 90s output appears to be a key influence on what Antigama are doing, but the riffs this time around are more savage than ever, tracks like "Foul Play" and "Data Overload" as discordantly violent and complex as anything we've heard from 'em, married to some really chilling atmospheric soundscapery and inventive passages of droning guitar textures that elevates the overall intensity of their nightmarish near-future vibe.

����� And it's all played with a razor-sharp level of precision. These guys have become remarkably tight over the past few albums, and while that precise, almost inhuman delivery can give this a cold, almost robotic feel at times, that's what makes The Insolent such a strong effort. Their violent, chromite-sheathed grindcore is heavily textured, the jagged edges of the jazz chords that rip through the title track get snagged on unusual time signatures, sheets of sleek electronic ambience sweeping out beneath the stuttered, vicious blast-attacks as the album unfolds. But they'll also erupt into a super-catchy, punk-fueled midtempo hook on songs like "Sentenced To The Void", and then flex their deft grasp of classic 70's-era prog rock aesthetics when they kick into the instrumental "Out Beyond", suddenly swerving out of that cyborg grind into a killer stretch of sweeping Moog freakouts, screaming acid-etched psych-guitar, and a propulsive, distinctly krautrock-informed propulsive drive that becomes fused to Antigama's highly polished black engine, even breaking out some robotic vocoder vocals towards the end, almost sounding like a heavier, metallic version of Majeure or Zombi. Like the previous album, these guys create an unlikely combination of interests in the retro-futurism of 70's art music with ferocious grind-metal that at this point has become pretty unique. And it's all delivered at mostly supersonic speeds; it's only towards the very end of the album that they drop the tempo in any considerable way, as closer "The Land Of Monotony" finishes this off with a crushing, almost industrialized dirge called "The Land Of Monotony" that leaves a yawning blast crater in its wake.