
“All Is Well In Hell” by Ben Rankin
A pick‑slide screams like a match across sandpaper, and the fuse is lit. “All Is Well In Hell” detonates with a double‑kick barrage that feels less like percussion and more like structural failure, hurling you into Ben Rankin’s purpose‑built inferno. Rankin tracked every instrument inside a suburban Canberra bedroom, yet the mix hits with festival‑stage authority: guitars roar in tectonic…