Hakin

Hakin is a treacherous slum, smeared on the coast of Pembrokeshire, South Wales. Hakin is also the most repulsive death metal band in existence. Five indigenous thugs with tonnes in their hands, and prehistoric debris in their throats, excrete a savage auditory miscreant that will bend your limbs to broken. For the past two years, Hakin have been vomiting sonic grotesques that have irreversibly disfigured the landscape of welsh metal. Devoid of the feigned affectations and parochial introspections that plague the output of their contemporaries- Hakin's music sounds like a toxic horizontal swamp, consuming and annihilating everything in its path. Their feral live performances exhibit a seemingly unattainable equilibrium of violence, aptitude, filth and charisma; they will kick your fucking spleen through. If you have the audacity to tread into their arena, make it your business to prepare for everything you think to be obscured, and for everything you value to be defiled. 'There is no aggressive advancement of an art form, you cunt.' Armoured Goliaths of Metal