Emerging from the wreckage of New York’s hardcore scene, Quicksand joined that city’s league of notable hardcore rock purveyors by perfecting their sound on Slip at a time when “grunge” was touted as a roughed-up return to rock basics. Some may prefer graveyard junkie howls from the haunted, corpse-filled woods of Seattle (Alice In Chains) or even the sonic threat of imminent meltdown and mental collapse in a drug-deranged slacker society on the rise (Beck), but Slip is ultimately more futuristic in its compounding of punishing groove-based sound with the unleashing of nebulous and agonizingly transient obsessions.