Kill For Peace by Less Than Zero: A Hardcore Riot You Can’t Ignore
If you’re looking for an album that punches you in the face and doesn’t let up, Kill For Peace by Less Than Zero is your ticket. Released back in 2018 under Rage Records and Mark My Words Records, this UK & Europe hardcore beast grabs you by the throat from track one and doesn’t loosen its grip until the last note fades out. It’s raw, it’s pissed off, and damn—it knows how to make noise.
Let’s talk about two tracks that’ll stick with you like a bad tattoo. First up, “Comatose.” This sucker hits harder than a drunk bouncer on a Friday night. Jonny Pipes’ vocals are like sandpaper soaked in gasoline—gritty, sharp, and ready to burn. The guitar work from Robbie Goff? Brutal. Every riff feels like someone dropped a brick on your chest, but in the best way possible. And when Jack Evans’ drums kick in? Forget it. Your heartbeat syncs right up with his double bass assault. “Comatose” is the kind of song that makes you wanna smash something—or maybe just scream into the void. Either works.
Then there’s “Signing Out,” which closes the album with a gut punch so heavy it leaves you gasping. If you’ve ever felt fed up with life, this track nails it. Ash Gisby’s basslines rumble beneath the chaos like distant thunder before a storm rolls in. By the time the final chord rings out, you’re left staring at your speakers wondering what the hell just happened. Spoiler alert: You loved every second of it.
The production? Solid as fuck. Harley Maryon handled mixing AND mastering, and he didn’t half-ass it. Everything sounds tight without losing that gritty edge that defines hardcore. Shoutout to Ian Boult for recording these guys because, holy crap, they sound alive. Like, if you closed your eyes, you’d swear they were in the room with you, screaming their lungs out.
And props to Ross Rickers for the artwork—it’s gnarly as hell. Patrick Klosinski killed it with the layout too; the whole package screams "don’t mess with us."
So yeah, Kill For Peace isn’t perfect. Some might call it messy, but honestly? That’s the point. Hardcore isn’t supposed to be polished or pretty. It’s ugly, loud, and unapologetic—and that’s exactly what Less Than Zero delivers here.
Final thought: Listening to this album feels like getting hit by a truck… but then realizing you kinda enjoyed it. Fucked up, right? Guess that’s hardcore for ya.
