"Untitled" from Bosse-de-Nage's eponymous Album

A wall of sound greets you. Steady percussion gives way entirely to something vicious yet disjointed. Howling vocals leap into the piece to create a sonic maelstrom. Then Bosse-de-Nage switches gears and the guitars become fuzzy in a manner reminiscent of grunge driving the song forward. Aptly named "untitled", the music here is violent like a true force of nature. Subtle changes occur but blend together to obscure the effect - akin to how the sounds of nature evolve gradually (though generally less noisy). The chanting/howling fusion continues across the wall with unrelenting fury. The piece keeps going as the sound fades out, creating tension between the main body and the song ending. Like a force of nature, the song comes to pass with a warning of return rather than disappearing in a puff of smoke.