Prostitute’s debut, Attempted Martyr, is a full-spectrum blast of acerbic noise, sampler shrapnel, savagely mordant humour and bruised melancholy.

Its complexity and simmered rage conjure a fever dream of hope, desperation and alienation, a riot of artful profanity, disturbing imagery and blacker-than-midnight wit. Loosely a concept album, Attempted Martyr, has been steadily accruing devoted followers and accolades since its (very limited) original release.

Prostitute were founded by Moe (frontman) and Andrew (drummer) in Dearborn, Michigan, a town with America’s largest Muslim population. Together they conceived their debut album Attempted Martyr’s thematic throughline and wrote the lyrics. To complete the band, Ross, Bret and Dylan soon came onboard. “It’s all a bit serendipitous,” says Andrew. Each of the members was raised in Dearborn, went to the same schools, orbited the same groups of people and crossed paths before eventually meeting each other and coming together as a band.

An album for these perilous, cursed times, even if it wasn’t conceived as such, Attempted Martyr isn’t noise for its own sake, it’s for everyone’s: a catharsis, a venting, a return of fire.