Ingrown’s Idaho Hardcore is a tightly coiled, all-killer-no-filler detonation of modern heavy hardcore—a record that hits fast, hits hard, and never wastes a single second. Across eleven compact tracks, the band proves they know exactly who they are and what they do best: thick, body-shaking bass, razor-edged riffs, blasting drums that feel like they’re about to overheat, and vocals barked with absolute conviction. It’s a record built on momentum, precision, and Idaho grit, and every song title becomes a window into the band’s escalating intensity.

“Bullet” opens the record with immediate violence—no buildup, no hesitation. The drums tear forward at full sprint, the bass slams deep into the mix, and the vocals erupt in raw, unpolished rage. That early two-step groove is pure swagger and sets the tone: this is pit music, and Ingrown know how to write riffs that move bodies. The back half layers in slick slides and biting accents before cutting out just as abruptly as it began—quick, sharp, and destructive.

“Watch Your Back” drags the tempo into a thick, dense crawl before blowing up into full-force hardcore mayhem. The riffs grind like machinery, the drums crush with weight, and the gang vocals give the track a street-level punch. The breakdown is one of the album’s nastiest, a deep and deliberate collapse that feels tailor-made for floor-clearing chaos.

“Ingrown” keeps the adrenaline spiking with fast, tightly wound riffing and an aggressive vocal performance that feels a little more unhinged than earlier tracks. The mix allows every instrument to cut through—particularly the bass, which rumbles like a livewire beneath the guitars. Sharp rhythms, tight execution, and a final burst of double-kick energy give the track a satisfying, brutal payoff.

On “Cold Steel,” the drumming becomes the star. Wild fills, a snappy snare, and punishing rhythms drive the song forward as the guitars deliver thick, groovy riffing that melts into a mid-tempo beatdown section heavy enough to rattle bones. It’s straightforward but devastating—another example of how tightly Ingrown understand their formula.

“Enemy” is the EP’s heaviest moment—huge drums, monstrous bass, and a vocal delivery that feels larger than life. The riffs are dense and simple, but that simplicity becomes power as the song lurches toward a massive breakdown driven almost entirely by the drums. It’s the kind of track that reminds you why this band’s rhythm section is their secret weapon.

“Your Fault” slows to a grim, dragging pace, letting the bass and drums set a suffocating atmosphere. The guttural vocal approach digs deep into the mix, and a brief spotlight moment for the bass helps build tension. When the track finally kicks up into galloping riffs and harsh backing vocals, it becomes one of the record’s most dynamic and deliberately paced songs.

“Dead” snaps the energy back into high gear. Fast rolls, frantic riffing, and then—out of nowhere—a slow, suffocating drop that lets the bass slither forward before exploding into a filthy two-step pattern. The final breakdown drags itself across the floor like a wounded animal—ugly, heavy, perfect.

“Unite” is pure stomp. Riffs built for ignorant moshing, slow drum backing with real weight, and gritty vocals that sound like they were recorded mid-swing at a basement show. It’s simple and barbaric, and that’s exactly what makes it effective.

“Asylum (S.O.C)” stays short, sharp, and chaotic. The snare cracks like a whip, the gang vocals are mean and unfiltered, and the closing slow groove adds more personality in under two minutes than some bands manage in an entire album.

“Hellbound” stands out for its variety. It lurches between slow, deep heaviness and frantic bursts of speed, peppered with Ross’s deeper vocal work that gives the song a fresh tone compared to the rest of the record. It’s one of the more dynamic tracks and shows the band can push into new territory without losing their core aggression.

Finally, “Idaho” flips the script entirely. Acoustic guitars, a folk-leaning swing, and what sounds like a banjo create a weirdly charming, almost country-influenced closer. After ten tracks of relentless violence, it’s a surprising palate cleanser that shows Ingrown can play, can write, and aren’t afraid to have fun with their own mythology.

Taken together, Idaho Hardcore is a focused, brutal, deeply confident record. Ingrown don’t chase innovation—they refine their strengths with razor precision. The riffs hit, the drums dominate, the bass shakes the walls, and the vocals deliver pure venom. It’s a declaration of identity, a celebration of heaviness, and one of the tightest hardcore releases of the year.