Last year, Passive performed at Sled Island with Uniform. Like that band, Passive are a two-piece employing dark brutality at every turn. Guitarist-vocalist Ian Schram sings like he’s mad but trying to suppress it, a guttural need for release boiling up with every spat phrase. As he cries out and slams his guitar like it owes him money, April-Lee Johnson crashes down on the drums like a tank thrown out of a 40-storey window. Strap in, and don’t forget your earplugs.