Estos Dias by Rats In The Wall Fraude: A Hardcore Punch to the Gut
Let me tell you, Estos Dias isn’t just an album—it’s a raw, unfiltered scream into the void. Released in 2016 under Blacknoise Recordings, this USA & Canada-based band brings the heat with their hardcore rock sound that punches harder than your ex on a bad day. It’s messy, it’s loud, and honestly? That’s what makes it so damn good.
First up, “Catharsis.” Man, this track hits different. From the opening riff, it feels like someone lit a firecracker inside your chest. The vocals are gritty, almost like they’re tearing themselves apart just to get the words out. And those breakdowns? Pure chaos—but the kind of chaos you need when life’s got you feeling boxed in. I remember blasting this one late at night, windows down, yelling along even though my neighbors probably thought I’d lost it. If you’ve ever felt stuck or pissed off, this song gets it. Like, really gets it.
Then there’s “Why You Trippin’.” This one sneaks up on you. At first, it’s all swagger and attitude, but then the lyrics hit you right in the feels. It’s about betrayal, second-guessing people you trusted—stuff we’ve all been through but don’t always wanna talk about. The energy shifts halfway through, and suddenly it’s not just anger anymore; it’s hurt, frustration, maybe even regret. By the end, you’re not sure whether to headbang or sit in silence and process everything. Either way, it sticks with you.
Tracks like “Pesadilla” and “Traitor” keep the intensity cranked up, while “On Blast” delivers some serious lyrical gut-punches. But honestly, every song here has its own vibe, its own reason to make you stop scrolling through playlists and actually listen. These guys aren’t trying to reinvent hardcore—they’re just doing it justice, no frills attached.
Here’s the thing about Estos Dias: it doesn’t beg for your attention. It demands it. Listening to it feels like being let in on a secret—a sweaty, screaming, emotionally charged secret. And yeah, maybe that sounds kinda dramatic, but hey, so is life sometimes.
So, as I wrap this up, I gotta say… listening to this album made me realize something weird. Hardcore music doesn’t just exist to piss off parents or rile up crowds (though it does both pretty well). It’s therapy. Raw, untamed therapy. Who knew screaming could feel so cathartic?
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go blast “Catharsis” again—and maybe apologize to my neighbors later.
