But all of that feels so whatever man once The Heads Are Zeros’ Olivia Henry coughs and grunts and cries and wails on these two tracks, backed by the band’s soaring grandiosity. Especially on ‘The Harvest,’ especially in conjunction with Henry’s vocal fearlessness, that, sure, scan as the screaming stuff the subgenre demands but also color totally outside the lines of what this vocal chord-scraping is supposed to sound like and results in something singularly harrowing. Like it isn’t even a competition when you flip this thing over and hear what Heads are doing versus what Neck First did. And on ‘Songbird,’ there’s a fraying-at-the-seams freneticism to the delivery separate from the throaty things and it sounds like a nervous, talking-to-herself jitter (assisted by Henry’s confessional-poetry-like lyrics; Henry also did the artwork for this release, by the way) and it’s like that demon birth in the subway scene from Andrzej ¿u¿awski’s “Possession,” in song form. The sort of challenging, discomfiting, unrelenting, all-out catharsis that you rarely confront in any kind of art, let alone a noisy punk 7-inch in 2015.