The Violence of Vulnerability High Vis and the Beauty of British Hardcore In the long and tangled history of British guitar music, there are bands who arrive like a scream, and others like a sigh. But occasionally, one emerges like a bruise, tender, aching, and impossible to ignore. High Vis belong firmly to that third category. Neither revivalists nor provocateurs, they are a band whose power lies not in volume or novelty, but in emotional precision. In a time where genre boundaries are soft and identity is contested ground, High Vis offer something startlingly direct: music that is wounded and defiant, anxious yet dignified. Their rise within, and arguably beyond, the UK Hardcore scene, signals not only a shift in sound, but a shift in sensibility. They make music for those who’ve had enough of pretending everything’s fine. In the sprawling, rain-slicked backstreets of post-industrial Liverpool, a city where the romance of decay and the sting of austerity have long danced togethe...
