In their own words, HALO create "Noisecore, Dirgecore, and Sludgecore." Their dissonant epics are the bitter sounds of a capitalist culture in decline. Guitar drones, caked with urban crust, grind with the omenlike intensity of a Judgement Day rant. Ambient soundscapes echo the sounds of crumbling architecture, making music out of rotting totems. Pulsating rhythms pierce like meat hooks for the dangling bodies of businessmen. These are the sounds of a ritual to exorcise the oppressive corporate beast.