The reasons this sucks are many. Most obviously: This style is now commonplace, unlike when Speak English or Die! came out and knocked us all on our asses.
Both Dimmu Borgir and Old Man’s Child have sounded “better,” but there’s a charm to hearing quickly thrown together material with less-than-huge production.
There’s a haunting, thick sludge of melody that makes them something other than just another tuneless, lo-fi band pounding noisily away hoping it’s art.
Techie-fuzz feeds back over nymphic girl voices, sighing major key fantasies over syncopated heartbeats. For so much buzzy noise, this is very gentle stuff.