Noise rock is such a lost art nowadays. Though the genre's prime era was undoubtedly in the early '90s, bands like Unsane and Today Is the Day have flown the flag well into the '00s, putting their own spin on the proceedings with every iteration (read: album). It's hard to imagine coming into a genre as well-worn as noise rock with a fresh perspective. But rules are made to be broken.

Brooklyn's Couch Slut are, at their core, a noise rock band. Though songs show hints of black metal chord progressions, hardcore / post-hardcore attacks and a sense of adventure, they definitely tip their hat toward the genre in aesthetic. Megan Osztrosits' vocals are confrontational and furious, sounding like the convergence of ACME's aneurysm-inducing strain and Steve Austin's madman with a distortion pedal. This is noise rock at its most dangerous — the kind that reminds you of not only David Yow, but every maniacal frontperson who never made it clear whether they would use a microphone to smash in your (or their own) face. In other words, this is not for the faint of heart.

The band's latest offering is not for wimps either, and comes from their forthcoming Contempt LP, due July 28 on Gilead Media. The single is "Funeral Dyke," a dirge-and-purge noise rock battleship that grips your esophagus and won't leave. The lyrics are confrontational, just like literally everything the band has done, but they (and we) wouldn't have it any other way. Pre-order yours.