From graveyard shifts as a paramedic to his brother-in-law’s overdose, from an elated engagement to the deadly Ghost Ship warehouse fire, Jordan Morrison of All Your Sisters has witnessed the full spiral of humanity. Channeling moments of bleak disillusionment, heart-shattering disappointment, and fleeting hope in the face of a spiraling dystopia, Morrison created Trust Ruins.

Trust Ruins, All Your Sisters’ third studio album, is a sometimes frenetic, sometimes shattered amalgam of humanity at its most dire, its most pummeled, its most desiring of hope where little blooms.

Brooding, atmospheric synths thicken as “A Demon Left The Door Open” introduces the album. The theatric vocal delivery escalating throughout the song hints at the influence of late-career Scott Walker. The song layers and builds subtly until it finally fades into silence, leaving a resonating feeling that a tipping point of some kind has been reached.

“Power Abuse” cuts like a fresh saw blade with aggressively compressed electronic drums and a gritty, shouted chant. This coarse soundscape continues with “Your Way” and “Dividing Lines,” only occasionally pulling back in dynamic to cock for a vicious grind. The foreboding tones in this facet of Trust Ruins might be kin to Street Sect’s The Kicking Mule, released late last year.

“Window” and “A Factory of Unpleasant Dreams” return to the nightmare fuel of industrial ambiance found on Scott Walker’s Bish Bosch. This sound, while a little esoteric, undoubtedly inspires visions of a neo-noir hellscape for those prone to exploring such alleyways.

The grime caked on slow songs like “Self-Medicating” and “Trust Ruins” serve their purpose best when listened to loudly. While these songs serve a refreshing reimagining of what industrial and post-punk can represent in the current musical climate, it’s hard not to wonder if a mid-90s Trent Reznor would give his mud-slathered seal of approval to All Your Sisters’ newest album.

Trust Ruins is appropriately dangerous in a nation in crisis. This album lurks in dark corners, illuminated only occasionally by a dull, reddish glow. It does not intend to pleasantly mingle. It has no need to work a room. Those in need of what it offers will know by its sign.

Purchase the album here.


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