There are bands, and then there are weapons of sonic mass destruction, and Seek Misery just dropped a fucking atom bomb on our heads with “Flesh and Rust.” I’ve been strapped to my chair like Alex in A Clockwork Orange, eyes pinned open, lungs screaming “YES,” heart racing like it just huffed a rail of ADHD meds and chased it with a litre of coffee. Because I did. Because this band deserves it.
The song is a sonic assault that kicked my dick in at every corner, and I’m all for it.
I’ve known the Seek Misery crew for a while—we’ve shared sweat-drenched stage space in both Adelaide and Melbourne, and I can confidently say these boys are cut from rusted steel and barbed wire. But even knowing their previous work, I wasn’t prepared for this level of audio devastation.
Right from the first few seconds, Flesh and Rust grabs you by the jaw and drags you face-first through broken concrete. The guitars are chainsaws chewing through steel rebar, the drums are machine-gun fire in a hallway, and the vocals? Jesus Christ tapdancing on a coffin—those gutturals sound like they were recorded inside a collapsing cathedral.
And just when you think you’ve survived the storm, the end of the track drops a breakdown so heavy it could crush a rhino on ketamine. It’s not just heavy for the sake of it—it’s calculated, surgical, like being vivisected by a friend who’s smiling while they do it.
Visually, the clip’s a grimy, metallic fever dream. Drenched in shadow and soaked in atmosphere, it looks like it was shot somewhere between Mad Max’s garage and Satan’s crawlspace, but painted in stark white. It feels like deathcore with purpose—a message screamed through rusted teeth.
I’ve seen a lot of bands try to be heavy. Seek Misery doesn’t try. They are.
If you’re new to them—welcome to the pain. If you’re already a fan, you know this is a level-up. Either way, get this video into your face as fast as possible. Blast it loud. Shatter something sacred. Then hit replay.
“Flesh and Rust” is out now. Watch it on YouTube. Feel it in your spine.
And remember—music like this doesn’t just hit… it mauls.
Wearing tinfoil hats so you don’t have to.
This is gospel.
I bite crowd Surfers
Killer.
