If music can serve as a release for its creator and listener alike, then Microwave’s new album is sonic catharsis incarnate. Death Is A Warm Blanket is an explosion of mental and physical frustration, channelled into ten dynamic tracks that show just how powerful, gut-wrenching–and fun–loud rock music can be when it’s this completely unbridled. Vocalist/guitarist Nathan Hardy, bassist Tyler Hill, and drummer Timothy Pittard formed Microwave in Atlanta, Georgia in 2012 as an extension of friendships, school, and the local music scene. The band’s earlier work (including 2014’s Stovall and 2016’s Much Love) naturally reflected a more youthful outlook–romances, the many anxieties of your early 20s–but also the fallout that followed Hardy’s exit from the Mormon church at age 22. As Microwave began to pick up steam, Hardy underwent a sharp change in worldview fueled by the upheaval of entering adulthood, an amplified desire for new experiences after a particularly protected upbringing, and the easy access to drugs and alcohol on the road. “You’re hopeful when you’re younger and it made our earlier stuff a little more ‘there’s a light at the end of the tunnel’,” Hardy explains. “When I left the church, it was exciting to experience all these new things but then six years go by, that wears off, you’re older and you don’t have health insurance…” While Microwave continued to grow and tour steadily with each release, Hardy’s body and frame of mind deteriorated. Shoulder injuries and a lengthy recovery from surgery piled on top of the personal tumult to make Hardy’s worldview even bleaker. “Being in a band isn’t a lifestyle that leads to comforts,” Hardy says, “I was sleeping on couches. I’m a stagehand so if I can’t lift anything, I can’t work.” Microwave began touring again, and the physical toll of being on the road furthered his sense of decline. “I thought I was going to die or have to stop being in a band because of it,” Hardy says. But like so many musicians, he turned towards his only reliable outlet for exorcising frustration, and Death Is A Warm Blanket began to take shape. Galvanized by a strangely motivational union of fatalism, dissatisfaction, and determination, Hardy began writing songs and slowly, but surely improving his health. The new music outlined a different version of Microwave: angrier and heavier, but still rooted in truthful songwriting and Hardy’s knack for acute hooks. air out of you.” Perhaps it’s that painful honesty at the center of Death Is A Warm Blanket that makes it so compelling–if the end is near, Microwave won’t be going quietly.