The restless Heavy churns somewhere between Godflesh and Gish, its lumbering beat and foreboding guitar buoyed by a melody that feels like a secret hymn for which you've long searched. Gorgeous and sprawling, Sway floats through luxuriating guitars and pillowed vocals, offering an impressionistic but intoxicating inversion of Whirrs typical propulsion. Even here, during the records prettiest moment, Whirr maintains a righteous minimalism, emblematic of members who met one another as skateboarding high-school kids. The aesthetic of the band is more aimed at mature punk rather than alternative rock, Bassett confirms. There are these more aggressive punk elements noisy feedback, a snare roll that just goes into super-punchy, driving songs. As the end approaches, the band builds together, the riffs and the rhythm colliding into one triumphant, redemptive crest, a fully unified Whirr.