** Limited edition of 300 LP on Clear vinyl with booklet insert **  With Robin Diamond’s Lungs, the unmistakable hand of Debt of Nature grinds out an album that refuses the comfort of passive listening. Every track lands like a rupture - tight, terse compositions barely catching breath before another jagged edge emerges. The sound palette isn't just industrial; it gnaws at the genre’s expected boundaries, merging bristling electronics, abrasive guitars, and a maniacal pulse that swerves boldly between fury and bleak satire. The album thrusts the listener into a world where routine collapses and control is mocked. Its sixteen tracks are condensed bursts, mostly under three minutes, yet no space feels wasted. Tracks like “Industrial Elitist,” “Grin,” and “Fascist Insect” are miniature polemics, boiling over but never tumbling into pure noise. Instead, each fragment is curated, a surgical strike of narrative and chaos. The production, pressed on a limited edition clear vinyl, embodies brittle clarity - you sense each sonic fragment as if it were torn from a decaying broadcast, the clarity amplifying its unease.

There’s an underlying resolve to Robin Diamond’s Lungs: it isn’t simply a document of dissent, but a reminder of the body’s physicality in protest and in malaise. The title suggests both fragility and instrument, the lungs as resource and locus for action. Listening, you’re thrown into moments of riotous crescendo and stark collapse - “Graphic Truth” and “Nothing Matters” conjure both the claustrophobia and the galvanizing force that lives at the heart of real disruption. As the album closes on the serrated wisdom of “To Be Governed,” what’s left is neither resignation nor simple anger, but a pulse that stares back at the structures holding it captive, asking for nothing but brutal honesty and sustained challenge. No part of Robin Diamond’s Lungs wants to be background noise; its brevity radiates urgency. For listeners seeking formality or elaborated melodic pleasure, the album delivers instead a kind of scorched earth clarity, where each gesture feels earned and every silence is measured by what it refuses to permit. The result is a release that breathes resistance, a lungful of fractured air, and the kind of risk rarely taken with such unflinching purpose.