Dig it: the harbingers of Chicago hardstyle are here. Tigress, the soundtrack to a night spent up to no good, of bottles breaking windows, of a cop taking a brick to the teeth. A whirlwind of camo and jerseys, this is the antidote to a billion flaccid bands touting brotherhood, the antithesis of self-indulgent essays by aged-out, boutique hardcore curators.
Dig it: Are you caught in a mosh? Or is the mosh caught in you?