Not every song is all-out speed-kills punk filled with cartwheeling guitar riffs and harmonies stacked like mattresses in a furniture warehouse, but enough are.
Amidst the clanging and clutter of black/death/doom/industrial/ambient/darkwave music, one figure stands alone. His name, as far as most of us know, is Mortiis.
Their sound is planted solidly in energetic 3rd wave ska, but they manage to evoke the mournful presence of Billie Holiday as easily as Brooklyn streetcomers.