Dissonant and often surprising post-punk with a dark melodic edge. A product of a dying city of industry, hungry minds, and idle hands.
Hospital Grade's sound is filled with a power that makes something in your bones want to lift you up and push you to limits that are beyond any you thought you knew; It's the sound of possibilities; the sound of plastic chairs being thrown out of the way to make room for movement. Under it all, is the nervous twitch that could make it change direction in a heartbeat, or fall apart completely. Hospital Grade does not let formula dictate the direction of art. Life has no set pattern. The rug could be pulled from underneath you at any moment. Why should music be any different?