Since recording their debut, Wall have already split. The New York punks won’t say why, but clues may lie in Untitled, which is pricklier than their absurdist self-titled 2016 EP. Mining no-wave and hardcore, Wall lurch from soured melodies to stabbing guitar as Elizabeth Skadden and Sam York castigate climbers (High Ratings) and climate change (Everything in Between), and fantasise about killing catcallers (Turn Around). A Morricone twang makes Wounded at War into a leering western, and blasts of sax add welcome texture. But Untitled is palpably fractious, and River Mansion seems to confront the band’s dissolution: “We built this dream on a hill,” York and Skadden chant, watching it float downriver.
