Bankers are getting richer, cops more corrupt. Politicians are stuffing their pockets and running entire nations into the ground. While the rest of us toil and wilt in the gutter of helplessness and resentment, as the shadows of war and class enslavement elongate further into a futureless, horizonless twilight... After ten long years cloaked in a mysterious silence, no one would have hoped or imagined we'd ever see the return of Bristol’s bleakest. Yet their grandiose re-emergence from the shadows is not only completely unexpected, but it sees post-punk/industrial masters Hateful Abandon restored to their most shimmering and relevant form, resounding as more necessary, intimidating and bloated with bile than ever before, as they reascend the throne of dissent in a broken world overrun by bastards. The eternal duo of multi-instrumentalists Tom “Swine” Price and Martin “Vice Martyr” Brindley rebound to resplendent despondency after a decade of silence with “Threat”, a brand new full-length execration once again weaving the grim fibers of post-punk, industrial, anarcho and crust punk, black metal and dark wave into their own idealization of disillusion and resentment toward a world they do not recognize nor accept. “Threat” not only erases a ten-year absence completely by perfectly continuing the legacy of their previous three acclaimed full-lengths (2008’s “Famine”, 2011’s “Move”, and 2014’s “Liars/Bastards”), but it evolves the duo’s unrivaled vision further, cementing their status of defiant outsider cult consecrated by a career spanning almost twenty years that has has seen few credible rivals or imitators. Once again entirely written and self-recorded as a secluded duo with zero outside input or involvement, “Threat” picks up straight from where the band had vanished back in 2014, unfolding eight new songs and thirty eight minutes of pessimistic, blue-collar cultural upheaval that tell the story of a deafened world headed straight into doom. The echoes of Killing Joke, Joy Division, Godflesh, Amebix, Swans, Coil, Rudimentary Peni, Ramleh, etc., all reflecting through the shards of a splintered sonic mirror, at times directly cited, others more distantly evoked, as they ominously reverberate through a barren post-industrial wasteland of broken cities and ruined lives.