Fit For An Autopsy are an angry band. They sound angry, their unique ‘post-deathcore’ a savage outcry about the state of planet Earth. While some of their peers write posturing anthems driven by aimless rage, everyday heartbreak or juvenile gore and grisliness, FFAA dig into real-world trauma – like Gojira and Cattle Decapitation before them, they’re making extreme music with a purpose, tackling political injustice, the environment and capitalistic corruption.
They also look angry. Promotional photos show six big, glowering, tattooed dudes staring down the camera, and live shows reveal a frontman who looks like a pissed-off Uruk-Hai as he screams and bellows his guts out. So yeah, Fit For An Autopsy are angry. They’re furious, in fact. Scratch that: they’re positively seething. They’re… they’re… all bopping around this freezing-cold warehouse singing along to Haddaway’s 90s house banger, What Is Love. Wait, hold on…
