There’s a particular exhaustion that only modern life can produce: being constantly connected, constantly informed, and somehow constantly wrong about everything anyway. "Computer EP" by DECENT NEWS takes that exhaustion, drenches it in distortion, hardcore abrasion, and industrial grime, then hurls it back at the listener like a riot shield ricocheting off concrete.

Founded in 2016 and operating somewhere between industrial metal, American hardcore, and the sound of a server room developing anger issues, DECENT NEWS have always approached aggression less as spectacle than as diagnosis. "Computer" continues that trajectory with admirable hostility. Five tracks, no wasted motion, and just enough bleak humor to remind you that civilization now largely consists of people doomscrolling themselves into ideological trench warfare while pretending this counts as participation.

“Flesh for the Feast” opens the EP in full confrontation mode, channeling protest violence, state repression, and collective disillusionment into a barrage of grinding riffs and barked accusations. The track’s central tension lies in its refusal to romanticize resistance. There are no heroic poses here, only bodies colliding with systems that already calculated the acceptable level of damage beforehand. The hardcore influence is unmistakable, but the industrial textures give everything a colder, more mechanized cruelty, as if the brutality itself had been automated for efficiency.

“Drowned in Power” pushes deeper into grotesque allegory. Its imagery of execution, mutilation, and a body incapable of dying feels almost medieval, yet disturbingly contemporary in spirit. Humanity’s appetite for spectacle has not evolved nearly as much as its technology. We’ve simply upgraded the delivery systems. The track lurches forward with an ugly momentum that suits its themes perfectly, every riff sounding partially rusted, every vocal line delivered like someone trying to spit blood out of a cracked helmet.

Then comes “Help Computer”, an instrumental interlude built around archival media samples celebrating the rise of the information age. Positioned in the center of the EP, it functions like a brief hallucination of optimism before the record resumes dragging itself through psychic wreckage. There’s something darkly comic about hearing outdated techno-utopian rhetoric framed by the knowledge of what followed: misinformation economies, algorithmic paranoia, entire populations confidently citing fabricated headlines written by websites that look like phishing scams designed by exhausted raccoons.

The emotional core of the EP, however, sits inside “Bloated & Blue”. Beneath the heaviness and hostility, the song exposes something rawer: isolation curdling into self-erasure. The lyrics move through addiction, self-loathing, suicidal ideation, and emotional abandonment with an uncomfortable directness. Importantly, the track never glamorizes despair. It sounds trapped inside it. The repetition of drowning imagery gives the piece a suffocating quality, as though the music itself were struggling to surface for air.

Closer “Valueless Trade” leaves little room for redemption, which feels consistent with the EP’s worldview. DECENT NEWS aren’t interested in catharsis. They document collapse with the grim focus of people who no longer believe collapse is hypothetical. Yet there’s still an undeniable vitality in the performance. Rage, after all, remains one of the few emotions capable of cutting through contemporary numbness.

Musically, the band’s fusion of industrial textures and hardcore directness avoids many of the clichés that plague both genres. The electronics don’t merely decorate the riffs, and the heaviness never devolves into empty machismo. There’s an underlying sense of social observation holding the whole thing together, however abrasive the delivery becomes.

Released via Kowloon [Walled City] Studios, "Computer EP" feels less like a polished statement than a compressed transmission from inside a nervous breakdown shared collectively by half the planet. Which, to be fair, may currently qualify as realism.

Not exactly comforting listening. But comfort is part of the problem this record is screaming about in the first place.