In his diary, President George Washington once described South Carolina as “the most miserable pine barren I ever saw”. A claustrophobic combination of heat, moisture, and dense woodlands to trap it all in have left the region with the nickname “the Devil’s Armpit”. The Palmetto State may not be the first place one thinks of when discussing hotbeds of heavy, aggressive music. However, something sinister has been slowly brewing in the murky swamps.















