Listening to Code Orange has always felt like sitting through a horror film. Layering on the dark twists, mind-bending revelations and skull gouging payoffs, it’s a truth the band themselves have been comfortable with for some time now. Where early releases came on like gore-drenched slasher flicks, though – or, in frontman Jami Morgan’s words “a haunted house where you’ve signed the waiver” to be thrown from pillar to post – recent years have seen them strive to unlock a hands-off psychological insidiousness to match that earlier bludgeoning ballast. The graduation from sweaty, in-your-face club stages to more gaping arenas removed from the audience (Coachella is still calling) was the necessity that initially bred such invention, with fourth LP Underneath its most compelling realisa...
