Should Have

Cloud Nothings make songs that feel like they’re drowning in their own feedback—walls of distorted guitar and Dylan’s voice barely pushing through, like he’s singing from inside the noise. There’s something almost suffocating about it, the production so heavy it becomes the whole point. You listen and you’re not sure if you’re supposed to be moved by it or just endure it, and maybe that’s the appeal—everything they do feels like too much by design.