Spit You Out

"Spit You Out" from METZ's debut is the band at their most compact and most ruthless — under three minutes of noise rock that hits like something structural collapsing. The guitars aren't merely distorted; they're corroded, overdriven to a frequency that bypasses the ear and goes straight to the chest cavity. The tempo is unrelenting in a way that feels almost mechanical except for the barely-contained looseness in the drumming, a human raggedness that stops the song from feeling purely cold. Edkins' vocal delivery here is less singing than projected aggression — syllables spat forward with genuine contempt, the lyric's central metaphor of expulsion rendered physical by the voice's texture. The song is about disgust, specifically the bodily kind, the way you can be done with something so completely that the relationship becomes a toxin. It belongs to the post-breakup drive home, windows down, knuckles white, that particular clean fury that hasn't quite become sadness yet.