Suffused in sirens, police warnings and even the ear-splitting chirp of a crowd-control weapon, Fatima Al Qadiris third album is a harrowing meditation on freedom of expression and state violence. As ever, her music takes grime to ominous extremes, whether working with the horn blasts of Blows or the icy stabs and gunshots of Breach, and her favoured palette—choral pads, plucked tones, alien tunings—adds to the otherworldly air. Nevertheless, Brute can also sound surprisingly gentle: the beatless Oubliette would seem almost pretty if you didnt know thats a type of dungeon.